When you’re used to banging on keys

Or tapping a tiny screen

With just your right thumb

Your fingers cramp up

After just a half hour

Of mad scribbling

In one of your pretty notebooks.

Lately I’ve also noticed

I carry all my stress in my shoulders

Sometimes I find them

Almost touching my ears.

Lately I’m getting my sense of humor back

The sound of my babies laughing

Is cold, clear water

In this desert.