Blur

so much going on around me

while I lay in half-sleep of half-flu

weakened and chilled like a rag in a mangle

raising the head is hard, let alone a hand,

the eyes cannot stay open longer than a minute

and life floats by like a blur, like a movie

at the end of the reel, just flashing and flapping

no meaning that registers in the brain

no activity more important than breathing

no desire greater then huddling beneath a blanket

and regaining the will to live, to do, to dance

through the room and gather dust from my head

and fog from my brain to blow it all away