It’s come to my attention that I might need an explanation for this poem.  This poem is supposed to allude to the anxieties that comes with being a parent of small children, of how you watch them sleep, and how little noises startle you.  Hence- no rest for the blessed. 

Are they breathing?

Quietly opening the door

Just to hear them inhale.

Are they up?

Pausing the movie several times

To check the doors are locked.

To count the toes and fingers,

To watch them,

And whisper your affections.

If they only knew the fuss you made,

As they wander

Through scattered, heavy-eyed visions.