Everything is Going to be All Right
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
Derek Mahon, from Selected Poems
The place is mayhem. Gorgeous mayhem. People are arguing about who will be cooking food in my kitchen. They are almost fighting about whose turn it should be because, my recipe is soo amazing etc. Elbows are involved. Also, we are plotting to make the world a better place.
The days are mostly sunny. The plumeria started to flower!
People, I am delighted with it all.
But you have no idea how unwell I am. Just made the requested list of symptoms for tomorrow's appointment with the immunologist.