comfort poems (in sickness and in health)

I'm suffering of a clogged nose, a raspy throat and a hacking cough. And an undue amount of worrying over everything I should have done and should be doing. So here I am, sneezing, coughing and blowing my nose all at the same time, and reading poetry.

Here's one by Laura Kasischke, called Love Poem.

The water glass. The rain. The scale

waiting for the weight. The car.

The key. The rag. The dust. Once 

I was a much younger woman

in a hallway, and I saw you: 

I said to myself

Here he comes.

My future's husband. 

And even before that. I was the pink

throbbing of the swim bladder

inside a fish in the River Styx. I was

the needle's eye. I was the air

around the wing of a fly, and you 

had no idea you were even alive. 

(found here)