By my workaholic attitude
I do silly things
Like I'm Super Man
Or Wonder Woman
Or Grand Gardener
Today
I pulled
On a very rotten limb
Until it broke
And fell with me
Hitting the ground first
My darling witnessed this
Offering me a hand up
No, thank you, I said
I just want to lay here
And ponder my stupidity
A moment
As the nice swing sand
Stuck to my sweaty parts
I thought some day
I'll be found
Like the poor bird
Dissolving in the fence
I lay long enough
Just looking and thinking
That Hubby checked again
To see if I was breathing or broken
He said, You have sand in your hair
As I took his hand this time
