Are You Guthrie?

sick in bed for days. missing health and strength and normal life. sat in my favourite chair. saw my guitar. missed it. longed to play it. strummed it once. twice. picked it up. played and sang first sounds and thoughts that came to me. brought guitar back to bed with me. recorded song. 

Are You Guthrie. 

 

I am feeling much empathy for the sick. I was thinking about how Woody Guthrie would have felt there on his deathbed. how he probably had many songs he still wanted to write, sing, share. and so do I. I don't want to die. 

I realize that sounds dramatic/pretentious. 

oh well.