Fever

Again, it’s a drive more than a maintenance call.
It is urging me on towards strange feelings in thrall.

Somewhat ticklish, like an itch at the back of your mind.
Scratching seems impossible for that spot where you’ve pined.

So, distraction is the order that’ll save the day.
Dig in to a list of to-dos as time whiles away.

The ache dies down while idle hands have been labor booked.
But…one second of silence & the lure’s firmly hooked.

The gears shift up & something proactive must be done.
In deed, the reeds must be tended; the nagging has won.