Brian’sPoems

Sinus Infection

Tiny spores of mold
born in still water
and blossoming in black mildew
are the seeds of my sinus infection.

Lurking in the dampness
are tiny everywhere creatures
just waiting for the leaves to fall
or for the old air conditioner
to launch them on the breeze,
where, as luck may have it,
they will find a welcoming home
within my nasal cavities.

As my throat grows sore
I feel the infection descending,
first through my head
and then into my chest.
It seems the air is thinning
as my breathing becomes shallow.
The vibrancy of my world
is becoming muted and distant.

I suffer this day
while praying for quick relief
and for this to be the very last time.