I continue to wake up and feel heavy with fatigue. Covid lingers and WOULD severely hamper my day if I hadn’t been through this before. There are advantages, I realize, to having lived 66 years and to knowing my own body. So let me not GROAN and moan too much. I might not be ready to TANGO my way through the day, but at least I can lift my face to the MANGO yellow sun in the clear sky. I can be patient with myself, gently moving forward.

Georg’ann

Ionian sea blue SCARF
wrapped around her head.
No tendrils escaping the silk.

Reaching up, she uncoils,
fabric cascades, a waterfall.
Before me an Aquarian goddess.

I’m here to help her BATHE,
ensuring she doesn’t slip.
Long standing, the DAILY desire

to soak in warm water,
let the washcloth press
against skin. Penetrating

and absorbing simultaneously.
Dry skin absorbs sweet lotion,
softening like PANKO crumbs

mixing with MANGO juice
as components of a luncheon
salad meld into one another.

Heather