every now and then there is a very peaceful moment
tucked in waves of extreme fatigue.
Having one now.
like finding an unbroken clamshell on the beach
in the midst of a winter storm.
i am nursing a tiny glass of red wine,
surrounded by sleeping dogs, and sleeping baby.
a quiet song i don’t know the name of is playing on repeat
i’ve managed to find a good pen
and have gotten a few words scratched into the journal i so neglect these days
the kitchen is mostly clean and i remembered to buy dogfood
and there’s enough clean laundry to mean clothes for the boy
and clean underwear for me
and that’s the best i can do lately
and in this moment, this lull,
staring at him while he sleeps,
tiny hand curled next to his forehead
i know the best i can do lately is plenty good enough.
a clamshell worth picking up
and bringing home to set on the windowsill.