Carry On

I lay on the couch
Face up
I stare up at the ceiling
My eyes close
Slowly
I stop.

I lay
Motionless
I listen to the noises
A bird sings
A car starts
Wind blows.

My ear itches
Then my nose
My feet lose blood
I scratch and readjust
I feel dead
Empty.

I open my eyes
I stare out the window
White blue sky
Wood enframing glass
Glass panels
Dark wood.

I lay
I tried breakfast
Food is sick
I could hardly get it down
I won't try lunch
No use.

I turn and try to move
I fall
I stumble
I stare at a dirty floor
Suddenly
Action.



There is work
I carry on.