Tired, so tired.
Happy, so happy.

Exhausted like the ragged sponge trash-worthy thirty pots ago.
Renewed from the inside out; spring’s seeds.

Expended; a crumpled rupee note passed through a billion dirty hands.
Spent on the invaluable; a sure investment.

Throat sore from too many words spoken.
Truths that will echo long after their noise.

Feet sore and cracked.
Beautiful with good news.

Head pounding, Concentration fading.
Mind filling, Hope rising.

Today’s work finished.
Tomorrow’s waiting.

Tired, so tired.
Happy, so happy.