Dreaming My Cold Away
When I have a cold,
when I’m stuck in bed,
I close my eyes and dream
I’m somewhere else instead.
Sitting on the beach
with my toes in the sand,
a cool glass of something
sweating in my hand.
Or I see myself gardening
Planting hopeful seeds,
tucking in the plantlets,
and turfing out the weeds.
Or maybe I am drifting
on a lake in our canoe.
My paddle dips and dives
like the loons and loonlings do.
While I’m lying in my bed
trying not to swallow
there is no shining memory
I won’t pull up and follow.
Till the microscopic menace
loosens up its fetters
and I can truly say
“I think I’m feeling better.”
But until then I’ll close my eyes
and dream my cold away
with ideas for summer projects
and plans for sunny days.
#230
Linda Studley 