Inertia

Read Write Poem's NaPoWriMo #4 Inside-out

Inertia

I leave the windows open so the birds can come in.
Their morning chorus, swirling avian energy
into the room,
but never depleting their reserve,
from some mysterious source,
drawing more.

The music washes over me and seeps through my skin,
Infusing me until I am ready
To act in the world
To teach my children
To cook and clean
To sew and study
To tend the garden

To pour human energy out
To participate in the cycle.