I felt lazy until I remembered
what I did in the last hour.
My heart made enough energy
to raise a ton of steel
three feet off the ground,
and I took a thousand breaths.
My liver worked like a dog,
to be honest,
and neither of us complained.
And when I look out the window,
my eyes take in more detail
than the biggest telescope.
I lie back on the couch again
just as my daughter asks for a snack.
I tell her I’m far too busy,
which makes her laugh,
but my mouth
is working too hard to reply
as it makes its next
two-cup serving
of saliva.