Why Am I So Tired

Why am I so tired 

when all we did was ride

to the White Tank Mountains

those natural depressions

in white granite 

supposed to hold water

only recently there has been no water.

But there is a pretty pentimento 

from which to infer a reason

for the name.

Once we arrived

we stretched up and slid across

trails carved with care 

and looked into the traces 

of the rocks. Then ventured 

to Surprise, Arizona, 

for gently delicious Mexican food 

at a place we relish.

Such blue sky and frothy clouds!

Such light tamales!

I am averse to napping, but today

on reaching home, it happened. 

Maybe it was the crisp fresh chips 

that match my crackling joints 

that swish from point to point

amid this Thursday beauty

crooning to itself pretty much 

unheard in the recesses of 

my hopskotch elfin self.