The Delight of a Sick Day

A sick day

Oh! the delight of a sick day

Words shimmer and invite

Skies still dark, but bed warm

Blankets red and green

piled high

While I

Robe-cocooned

pad the room

Dreaming

softly sweet

Outside

A cockatoo dives

Screeches, circles the air

Flash of white

through drizzled rain

Sky patched in blue

Brightens

Sprawls horizons

across the streaks of grey

Day without structure

My only need

to rest and heal

falling slowly

through the breach

Yesterday

my mind

constricted so -

Stalled by office walls -

now breathes deep

Roams free

Curled up warm

in capsuled time

Wide open once again -

Shuddery limbs

Knives in throat

still cannot dim

the delight

of a sick day