I feel no (blood) pressure.
No, I am
not dead (yet).
I wait for the machine to be triple checked,
and checked again
and asked
if I feel okay today?
(like always)
I do.
I feel my tail but don't tell
and my blood is warm to touch.
Good veins, they notice,
they roll over hearing this,
I feel those too as they go back to blue.
Despite the vitals-
I am (still) not lethargic or pelagic,
worrisome or winsome, anemic,
or academic.
I am like this-
land locked atop shiny surfaces
even keel
in calm waters
mirror(s) but blind me.
I look across the reflection
and see deeply through
under the surface, currents collecting
all trace(s) leaden in me
pumping ferrous Iron
or capitulate by capillaries.
I remain
calm under the pressure.
Painting by Vasily Polenov, c. 1886 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
