Just keeping still!
How hard can that be? Keeping still
Like the massive bedspread of green
And white flowers of the creeper on
The mesh that rushed at me on a day
Soaked with sores, and covered me up
With some kind of cleansing liquid that
Fought lethargy, and healed many bruises
Keeping still like the book of short stories
Called Fat Fiction that stole away three
empty hours, to fill them up with words
Like buttered bread on a lazy hungry day
When cooking was just not on my mind!
Keeping still like the begonia on the ledge
That survived the grey tabby’s long fat
Snooze on it to save a red blessing for today
How hard can it be to just keep very still ?