Just
saying it, my electrons jump
to
new levels and frisbees spin -
I
feel myself whirl like a top,
until
the bones ask
for
rest
and
ways
to
straighten
the waves of the aches,
and anchor the pain
that is guest.
I
dial a wrong number this morning -
such
a sweet voice at
A
hopeful tone for the day
like
seeing a bird
looping
the ends of the sky
again and again
weariness
in my bones,
achiness,
pain -
I
want to hop like a bunny,
but
I am asked to sit
like
the grass
and
feel what dwells within -
a
place to rest
nudges, the grass shifts back,
waving a flag
of persistence, insistence,
that strand of life rising from the ground
producing oxygen,
and a place to lie down -
where jane goes
fatigue
nothing to push through
just spread the cells
like legs
and waltz on dew -
