the course is empty, except for large patches of slick glistening ice/snow, alone in gray wind, 7-iron in hand shivering, this is not my sport, but colby college requires me to take a wellness credit, i’m not well, double bogeyed the last hole, but no one is watching, then, on the horizon i see his steel shopping cart, like a wheeled sled, he pushes it through the freezing brownish/green fairway, pragmatic mainer, who needs a golf bag in march?
Tag: Wellness
Here Comes The Pool
A Cold vs. Cancer
Unfocused thoughts vacillate between
mucus and tired eyes, looking at the
world wondering what it thinks of my
red nose, slight cough, imperfection of
clogged ears, making sound seem far
away. I try to embrace this present
that aches slightly with longing for
the past or future, far from the now of
Do I have a fever?
Face flushed, obsessed with what ifs.
What if this lasts until Monday?
Until Tuesday?
What if I’m permanently ill?
So many are, in cancer wards reading
words about my cold, laughing.
Daniel W. Polk 