Friday, May 4, 2018

Making Hay (Day 471)


The body, befuddled, like a child,
does what it must, strains 
for language, listens to upsetting 
news, lifts and moves amidst clouds 
of dust and veils of heat, fog-filled 
head and unused muscles kicking 
in, as if they haven’t wasted most 
of the past year in bed. It works, 
sweats, bends, groans until 
it does not. Then, at home, at rest, 
an aftermath: poppy-resistant pain, 
sleepless, lingering hours spent 
prone, thirsty, hungry, longing for 
an unmanageable shower, listening 
to this befuddled body taking 
one
single 
breath


In.      

Out.


after another.
And the sun comes up. 
And it’s time
to drink coffee 
and try to do it all
over again. 


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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