Well work

Dark and deep and
wet, but not mucky wet
because the water has to be somewhat
fresh.

For consumption
life-giving.

I am tired,
always tired.

That’s the pattern of these poems,
my constant exhaustion.

I am unable to sleep,
even with all my life changes.

Losing blankets and sheets,
blinds off the windows,
pain in unknown sufferings.

4/1/2022