I remember how
when I used to earn
a salary
if I was sick
as I am now
I would nonetheless
have to urge myself
onwards
get onto that computer
finish the marking
study the article
write the paper
when my body
was crying out
for space
and peace
and rest
I still can't get
used to
this work
that flows
from the inside
outwards
like a river
finding its way
over stones
that needs no urging
or disciplining
from the mind
that does not
know strain
or effort
or pushing
this work
cools
my brow
refreshes
my body
sneaks
out
onto the page
like someone
leaving an
orchid
on my pillow
.
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