I stopped meeting my friends for happy hour.
I stopped reading the news.
I ceased going to my cafe to write.
I ceased greeting people’s dogs on hiking trails.
I put an end to attending poetry readings.
I put an end to getting my palm read.
Placing book reviews on Amazon came to an end.
Knowing the future came to an end.
I swept the kitchen floor seven times today.
I washed every doorknob nine times.
I sterilized everything except for a batch of cookies.
I washed the empty beer bottles twice.
All my books are now my friends.
All my friends are yesterday’s pages in my diary.
I watched every Star Trek episode over again.
I studied an ant crawling up the shower curtain.
Hunger is disoriented and arrives at odd intervals.
Tragedy waits in the zeal of Sunday churchgoers.
My phone is painful to hold when it rings.
Uncontrollable shivers rattle my bones from time to time.
I attempt to learn the subtle meanings
of my dog’s various woofs.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney