sick cystic, dozing dog

say that 10 times fast anyone?

still feverish, still waiting for answers, and now stuck inside on a rainy day. (and by "stuck," i mean cuddled up with my puppy on my sofa watching him dream and staring out at the cloudy skyline -- is New York the only city that looks gorgeous when grey?) anyway, i did learn this morning that it is NOT a heart valve infection, and the resulting deep void of answers led me here. enjoy.

without answer

what if this is just another normal,

another winding road without a name,

and what if i just simply journey forward,

reflecting on the path from which i came?

what if instead of cursing at the darkness,

i look around to watch the fireflies,

and turn my glances upward for a moment

to see the starlight dancing in the skies?

what if instead of waiting for disaster,

or some too-easy rescue that won't come,

i simply trust my feet to carry onward

and pray that in the end they lead me home?

and if i must accept the path is changing,

sure footing turned to dirt and wet like clay,

at least i can be grateful for the walking

and reach out towards the hands that guide my way.

and if in fact two roads meet in the forest,

and both are known to lead to the same plight,

then maybe this road too has been well-traveled:

one hundred thousand tries to get it right.


(and ps: for those of you out there who prefer the [relatively] funny piper, she's still here i promise. good vibes for a mellowed-out fever would totally be appreciated, though. she tends to prefer to do her turn in the body when the weather is a bit cooler in here!)