Easter Sunday - Rachel West (Lincoln, Nebraska)
The dopaminergic action
of our shared life
has me hooked
on ever longer
afternoons in the sun,
naked naps, feast days,
eternally reduced work hours.
Away from you I get aches and pains,
racing thoughts--
Here by your side,
I write poetry.
There’s a kind of outpouring
today-- 72 degrees worth
of extra humanity.
People are outside, grilling, talking,
sitting on porches-- I feel less unusual.
I’m asking myself: what will I remember
from this day?
This morning a friend talked
of slowing down time-- and thank goodness,
because I had just forgotten about
some eggs I’d put on to boil.