Easter Sunday - Rachel West

Easter Sunday - Rachel West (Lincoln, Nebraska)

The dopaminergic action

of our shared life

has me hooked

on ever longer

afternoons in the sun,

naked naps, feast days,

eternally reduced work hours.

Away from you I get aches and pains,

racing thoughts--

Here by your side,

I write poetry.

There’s a kind of outpouring

today-- 72 degrees worth

of extra humanity.

People are outside, grilling, talking,

sitting on porches-- I feel less unusual.

I’m asking myself: what will I remember

from this day?

This morning a friend talked

of slowing down time-- and thank goodness,

because I had just forgotten about

some eggs I’d put on to boil.