Alive

by Cheryl Merrick

My health demands it,
but my soul revels
in long hours spent
in quiet contemplation.

Welling with pity,
people wonder
how I can endure
having to stay
in my home.


I smile and wonder
how they can be content
to squander their life
busily rushing to and fro.

How can I ever express
how alive I feel as I plunge
into the invigorating
world of thought?