Spiritual Sunday
Usual green chair in my garden writing room.
Sam beside me playing with Mary Shelley cat.
Sitting cross-legged on the chair.
Feeling swollen aches in body parts.
Yesterday, I wanted to go for a run.
Heaviness descended into my limbs.
Yesterday, my body felt strong and able.
Now feeling all the pains of being in body.
Stomach gurgles. Neck stiff. Terrible taste in the back of my throat.
Farting. Dry eyes. Tight breath. Tight spine. Itchy scalp. Bloated.
I can’t suppress my immune system in a pandemic.
Still, my body fights air. It flares against the unseen.
Patches of resistance rise up against invalid targets.
The cat leaps, bats, and watches. So, beautiful, so fun.
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