Serenity comes a-callin,
His spirit relaxed,
Eyes light, open with ease
In the wake of past fatigue.
He rises to begin his day,
As usual, toast and coffee
His order of the moment.
Head lighter than yesterday,
Meds kickin' in,
The torpor of recent days
Displaced, alert at last.
Recovery has begun.
Walking nonchalantly
In the January bite,
Down to the river,
Stagnant waters
Allow time for reflection.
Sitting on the bank,
Drinking hot coffee,
Easing into recuperation once more.
Body temperature rising,
Hands relaxing around the cup.
He hasn't felt this well in days,
The path back to normality
Finally in his grasp.
(c) NZ 2010.