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.
