Corpulence: In the Way

Steeped in sadness
At the close of the day;
Waiting for answers?
Or maybe just waiting;

Wading though
A flock of dreams
And pushing them aside,
Making room for what?

What’s in between?
I can’t quite see,
Practical considerations
Crowd them out.

Once I thought
I saw something valuable,
But now
I’m not so sure;

Where does one go
When all is so obscured,
Or could the darkness itself
Be my object?

Once I thought it was
But I can’t see it now,
And I’m not certain
There’s anything there;

It’s just life
You see;
That’s all
That’s happening,

And with
Such a life as this,
Is there anything
Worth examining?
Perhaps that comes later.

Corpse: Ashes to Ashes

Day of doubt,
Roaming in the forest
Totally lost
But found,

Veering in
A new direction,
One followed before,
But see no other option

Than looking back towards
The old ways,
As the new path
Appears faulty or blocked,

Or maybe
It never was,
Except in my delirious
Imaginings,

Desperately concocted
In the depths
Of a frantically
Seeking mind;

No regrets, however,
Except for
Could have been,
Should have been
But was withheld;

For what reason?
I see none
That makes any sense,
But perhaps that’s just
The nature of doubt.

Corporeal: Body of Suffering

Itching kept me up
For parts of the night;
Blast the wretched shingles!
And a pox on this humid air!

Steeped in negativity:
Is it the situation,
Or the medication?
I don’t even care!

Then up came an email
Advising me of another
Mediation course,
‘Should I sign up?

Why not!’ I decided,
And felt better immediately,
How silly,
But I’ll take what I can get.

And then I got up,
And got some work done,
Cooked supper
And enjoyed it.

What to conclude?
I’m not sure,
Something to
Look forward to perhaps?

Meanwhile,
This itching and burning
Is still driving me nuts;
I may try a bath,

To see if I can
Drown this hellish plague;
Possibly I’ll take a book
And stay there,
Until it freezes over.