Daily Poem: April 21

Spring



I hear birds all night and when I sleep it’s dreamless.
With the window open, a chuckle, the snap
of a clothespin disengaging
     from the line
     in a breeze.

I need more vegetables.
Consistent exercise. Rest and water.
I’m no good to anyone
weak or dehydrated.

I’m the creeping vines, the flash of alarm
in a Mourning Dove’s tail, the cautious
hesitation of Sparrows on fences,

a ring of toothpaste
around the mouth.

I’m sure of the measurements, wary
of the technology.