Lately I’ve had Vertigo, a problem with my inner ear which makes you dizzy and lose your balance. It has been about a month so far, and it hasn’t gone away. It inspired this poem:

A Crooked Mile

If I were to walk a mile today

It would be a crooked path

For my own private earthquake

Is wreaking perfect wrath

 

As if the ground were shaking

My eyes can’t focus fast

Upon my intended purpose

Or my small but needed task

 

My body’s natural disaster

Has a beginning and an end

Sudden as it came, they say,

That it will sudden end

 

Until that time I will progress

And walk my crooked mile

I’ll fix my eye to the distant goal

And bear it with a smile

 

by Diane E. Dockum

11/12/11