thinking like a child when I'm almost thirty

The happiest days of my life
realize when I have worked and worked
done and done
so many things
that I collapse
inside myself
in the night
and have nothing left. I imagine most creatures
besides humans
spend every day like this.

Shrimp, toucans, larvae:
reverberation inside the central cavity
a tiny pitch lower
blood and water pushing hard against their familiar containers.

Today I realized
why I recoil from attention
and when I told you, you said amazing.
This is all I need to almost believe
in reality
and reality's insistence to be believed in.