Pushing for Cleverness - May, 25, 2026

a dog walk at the park

bite of breakfast

bit of plant watering and

my fully charged battery

is quickly drained

by 11am, my eyes

are fighting to stay open

by noon I fall into bed,

fully discharged and disappear

now 2:30 and I hold this pen

slouched on the sofa

pushing for cleverness from

a very low flow of blood

it’s not laziness, I know that one

maybe it’s missing inspiration

or some other invisible anchor

that’s dragging me down

perhaps it’s a poem about

days we all have, hoping

for a measure of sympathy

from others and ourselves

and there’s snoring Gracie,

clean of conscious concern,

surrendered into the curl

of Sunday afternoon silence