Monday, April 9, 2018


What if I told you
I’ve always been sick?
I’ve always been sick.

I have no illusions
about my health. Be honest.
Are you in need
Of a physician?
Probably not. All those aches and pains,
wounds seen and unseen.

And now, it seems,
it’s a waiting game
measured in longing
and regret.

I could be angry.
I could complain
it’s not fair.
But the body doesn’t care.
The earth keeps turning.
The universe keeps
its secrets
continues expanding.

I know it takes too long.
The end of the journey
is all our healing.