A morning musing.

A morning musing.

It is all in the

Reception of perception.

Yesterday the world

Was dark,

Cold clouds hung low

And the weight of air

Squashed April rebirth

Way down, deeply

Back into the earth.

Eyelids were heavy and

Breathing was restricted

To short gasps

As lungs retched

And nasal cavities

Ran with mucus.

Even eating refused to

Be of interest

To the

Process of digestion

As reflux repeated

Its sour response

To the over producing

Salivary gland.

A sorry tale

Of hiccup interruptus

Strangled the flow of words

To a few,

Very short, tetchy phrases.

Even a convulsive

Cough was momentary respite

From the reflexive

Glitch.

No joking matter

Some might say,

When even today

The raw throat and

Freely running nose

Still attest to illness.

But the sky is clear

And I am in spring watch mode.

The airwaves sing

With renewal,

Bar fly

Coffee drinkers laugh,

And the morning ritual

Demands attention.

The temperature is not greatly

Increased,

But it is far

From inclement

And the sun on my head

Determines the way of things.

Today is pregnant

And it bursts with promise.

The surprise is

I may enjoy it,

In spite of my

Own restrictions.