Exhaustion

Is this the tired that comes of

Work drained life force bleeding out

Or is it the tired that has it roots

In sickness, body wracked illnest

Speckled sight, faint ache a reminder.

Is one perhaps the other and the both

Together as one, an ennui that wreaks

Bodily havoc, not havoc, but insistent

Nudge of the nexus of mind and body.

Is the Universe suggesting, quietly at

First that I need to go rest, recover,

Heal again from the coursing strain of

The months, the years, and why will I not?

What intervenes in being well, being whole?

For now I yearn for a simplicity,

A connected simplicity of mind and

Body and spirit aligned with the world

Not all serving the maniacal mind.