there’s something about
those foggy summer days 
with billowing white clouds
against deep blue sky
leaves green and shaking
in an unfelt breeze
where everything in me
is telling me that I need
to be doing something

but I’ve been doing something
for so many days
making sure the kids are fed
and they’re not afraid
of whatever false thing lives
under the bed
with laundry and clutter
all coming down in heaps

so when a day like this hits
a clean house illuminated
by only the sun coming 
through the windows
and in spite of the heat
it’s ice cold 

when the person
who fixed me
without trying
is on the couch
it’s hard to find
a reason
to raise my head
from her lap
and go do anything

the play
we’re all participating
can take a day
without me