Still ill

Feeling queasy, uneasy,

stomach churning, room spinning,

I would say I’m hungover

but last night’s tea leaves

wouldn’t make me ill.

I have this awful feeling.

I cross the office floor

reeling, staggering,

like I’m on the deck of a tall ship

adrift on stormy seas.

I cling on to my desk

as I’m thrown around.

The waves swell and crash,

I expect to be drenched,

soaked in sea-water

any second.