Don’t expect much of me today.
I feel as heavy as a hippo
Who ate too much river-bottom moss
Or whatever it is they eat.
I feel as slow as a slug
Looking across the garden—
I can’t even think of going over there.
Heavy hippos, slow slugs. But I think
I may be wrong. Think of this:
The hippo doesn’t think herself heavy
The slug will get where it’s going
Eventually, no matter what, no hurry.
There you go. I’ll be heavy, I’ll be slow,
Hippo-slug day, river-garden delight.