I went to see the doctor today.
Since March 20
I have been experiencing
some rather alarming symptoms:
I’m running warm all over.
My fleece jacket lies crumpled
on the floor near my bed.
Squirrel chatter and birdsongs
are more amplified.
My concentration, uneven
There is a tickle in my nose,
and I think my heart rate has dropped
a few beats per minute.
“You’ll be just fine,” the doctor reassured me.
“It’s just a case of spring fever.
Nothing to worry about.”
“Most likely,” she said,
“the spring equinox
triggered the reaction.”
The doctor recommended I take a few days off
from work until the most severe symptoms pass,
then handed me a prescription.
Add one hour of novel reading, twice a day.
Take a leisurely stroll before lunch and bedtime.
Wash it all down with freshly squeezed lemonade
or homemade iced tea.
Then follow up with family and friends as needed.
Outside, I walk beneath
a canopy of pear trees in full bloom,
their scent as sweet
as my relief.