Fresh Air

Drag stuff to the car, alone,
Item at a time. Easy
To forget most of the time,

Working with the nonhuman
Parameters of weather
And gravity, non-social

Strictures of a small body,
That no one at the moment
Monitoring notices.

No one else being involved,
There’s no humiliation
In appearing weak or poor,

Only being weak and poor
And working within those frames,
Getting stuff done, one, one, one.