I Nap Now

I used to say, when asked about napping,

"I can't. I'm too anxious."

but anxiety exhausts me

And around two or three en la tarde,

Especially if my dog is stretched out on the cool tile of the patio,

I lay in some grass in some shade under some tree and take a siesta

imagining roots for bones

and moss for skin

Like a toddler, I usually wake up

hungry and unsure where I am.

Forgetting also

whatever I’ve done wrong in adulthood

And believing briefly, & maybe dumbly, that

I am forgiven.