In the cognizant part of my day
When I could just play,
Before the Texas sun stole my mind
And only my heart was left here; I
Made three paintings and titled them all
Like Adam, naming animals;
Wrote a poem or two, helped
My elderly neighbor with her groceries
And watched birds and squirrels to see
How they do it. Get through the day
That is, and out-strategize the heat.
I must also read the desert fathers today,
And see what they had to say about it.
I’m sure a few made art also
To get by. Or just prayed all day.