Emergence

Emergence

I need to escape this hospital routine.

I know I must run on their timetable.

I know that it’s necessary for

There is so much for them to do.

They must be excused.

But it is not my timetable.

I am often chided for not adhering 

To my  circadian rhythm 

And the way I am disrupting it.

My rhythm is more cicada-like in nature,

Not circadian.

I only show up periodically,

A persistently bad penny

That will not go away.

I don’t respond to other’s schedules

And efforts to make it so

Will frustrate all parties involved.

So let me be

And reappear when I will,

Be it a week from now

Or seven years hence.

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