I'M Fine

His life felt sick. Filled with ick And she was sighing, inside dying. Yet, when asked, her response entirely unresponsive, "I'm fine." puts her compassionate listener in a double-bind. Do I ask her if she is intentionally lying or irresponsibly out of her self-isolating mind? Neither one feels more kind and patient, still, uncommunicating and yet curious. Could it be she is embarrassed about being merely mortal? A caregiver without sufficient tools or even weapons to assure EarthTribe's resonantly healthy non-confrontations with degenerative trends sometimes overwhelming normal regenerative narrative twists and bends, A future mother who must only be an omnipotent caregiver, without sustained support as one of us co-arising care receivers? What good is universal health care giving without reciprocal compassionate care receiving? And, how could we, why would we, when should all Earth's caregivers deny our patriarchal climates of pathology? When our allies are sick and filled with unanticipated ick.