Out of Sorts
Dec 23 2022
Under the weather.
Out of sorts.
Indisposed.
I say such things
to excuse my absence
explain why the house is a mess.
Even though, in plain English
I'm sick;
nothing to do with disposition
or the weather.
It's as if sickness was stigmatized;
some kind of weakness
bad attitude
flawed character.
And then there's contagion, of course;
people keeping their distance
averting their heads.
The leper
exiled to his colony
behind its locked gates.
Actually, it's a hero's tale —
an evil virus
battling my immunity,
a story of perseverance
and contending with misery.
When I was young and immortal
I was amused when old people consoled themselves
at least I’ve got my health.
But afflicted with fever, headache, congestion
and too exhausted to leave my bed
I have learned humility.
Health is everything.
And in sickness, we are all the same;
miserable, whiny, dependent.
Under the weather
and hardly myself.
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