As I twirl around for the brief and short inspiration I seek
I turn to the window to see the second snow of the year.
Twirling snowflakes belated as they are
form a landscape of known signs of a winter
we thought lost Alas!
’tis here as always
Drinking coffee and listening to Spanish news from Spain
this morn has me nervous for depart am about
thoughts of chemicals running amok in my body linger from last night
explanations offered leave only more question marks
since its still unknown what causes the imbalance
it seems as though I already know the answer
this routine of mine
the comfortable comformism
of nothing ack! as Swedes are wont to say
nothing is new under the sun
the ailment that afflicts and bejoys me.