My cell phone signals a reminder:
“June 7 ovulation (maybe)”
“Be mindful of your reaction and response”
Lord, keep my head above the flux,
the rush, the flood of chemicals
whose bed is winding and crooked,
jagged and full of falls –
the neural pathways seem shallow
and the downpour spills over the banks –
deep within the earth, in hidden caves,
the springs let go their invisible substances
and the bloodstream fills with mystery,
but you are never far from me.
My cell phone sends the same
alert to my husband –
we will love and be loved.