Garlic for example, and chamomile too. For the last few weeks I've been waging war against the cold that has encompassed everyone I know. Some friends have advised zinc and others swear by vitamin C. I just want my head to stop feeling as if a rave is going on -- complete with bass line and mosh pit.
How can it be that there is Ziacam and Counter Attack, Tylenol and Aleve and still no end in sight. Maybe I need a 'get better soon' poem. If you know of one -- do post it below. Perhaps I need to write one. "A Spell on Good Health" would be its title.
I think it would be a lovely poem to write, yes! For now, there is this:To Hear the Falling World, by Jane Hirshfield
ReplyDeleteOnly if I move my arm a certian way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart.
I carry this in my body, seed
in an unswept corner, husk-encowled ad seeming safe.
But they guard me, these small pains,
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.
I think I'm going to try to write one from the perpective of having been there - seriously ill for a few months - and then 'learning' this feeling from that perspective later; only remembering it and holding that space when I have a cold, or say, a black eye.
Hi Deb,
DeleteWonderful poem --- I love the idea of writing while I'm sick as the cold makes me feel a little drunk all the time -- I realize I'm more likely to say exactly what I'm thinking -- a sort of fever dream... Hope you feel better soon!