A Sick Bed

Samantha Little, 2010

 

The leaves of the avocado dance

In tremulous pattern across the cotton expanse of my lap

To the lilt of a violin romance.

 

My old Noritake with the saucer chipped

Holds an amber treasure of ginger tea which, childish, I have,

In admiration of its tints, not sipped.

 

Leaves dancing to a Beethoven symphony—

If it were not for this feverish headache I would not mind

Lying in bed, admiring ginger tea.

 

This poem is taken from life. Illness often presents a mixed blessing; although we suffer such symptoms as headaches and sore throats, lying abed provides an opportunity to be still and reflective.