“Stress”

Day ends.
Skull muscles worn out;
this body, tensioned by society’s alertness,
pressured to conform in a thousand ways,
need rest.
Sore shoulder blades,
spinal column needs twisting.
These droopy eyelids protest
–they urge the show has ended,
draperies to cover the pupils,
down now.
Head sways left to right,
neck snaps in reply.
Gravity pulls, relentless in a day.
Legs and feet tremble.
Slowly, reclining.
Hush.