On the precipice of the bathroom sink
the battery sits on its charger
For the first time all day
and am amazed my batteries
kept me going.
Does a battery know the work it does
or the meaning?
Each focus, each snap—
a little is drained.
I decide not to withdraw from play
to change out the camera’s battery.
The fire crackles as children slumber.
A battery knows
no such rest.