Out of order troubles me.
I’ve been troubled for
the last three days.
Trapped inside, not by
snow or cold but by
some virus or germ
that slipped into my system
without knocking. A semblance
of order survived, but much has
slipped from my grasp until l
am left staring at the flickering
flames of my fireplace wondering
if I’ll ever be healthy again.
Poor me.
This temporary setback,
merely a setback, allows
a regroup and recovery
when others watch wildfires
consume their homes and lives.
To restore order to my small space
between rest and meals is a privilege.
“Self-pity is never useful. It tends to distort like a fun-house mirror.”
~ Anne Roiphe, journalist
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