I don’t measure my days
In hours I work
In songs that I stream
In tweets or likes or characters
Or words I’ve put to paper
I measure my days
By the gardening dirt
Washed off in the shower
And the bugs I catch
With my kids at dusk
For science lessons at bedtime
And how sore my muscles are
The morning after
I measure my days
In the flowers I’ve met
And sandcastle refuges built
And Lego towers
I measure the day in love
With smiles of hope and joy
And the number of dresses
My daughter twirls, singing
Between tickle-monster giggles
I don’t measure the steps I take
Or the miles I drives
I measure my warmth and stillness
In much-requested snuggles
Sheltering a child from morning
On peaceful weekends
I don’t measure my weeks
In billable time
Or proscriptive pages
And decisions made
I share and give and hope
Alongside dreamers
Who need to see their spark
I don’t worry about
Being taken seriously
Or the advice that I’ve provided,
Ignored, or followed
as I try to help
No, I measure my weeks
In twinkling eyes
As I walk in the door each evening
And bonfires lit for marshmallows
I measure my weeks in hiking trips
And summer pools of water splashed
And Autumn piled leaves we crunched
And sticks and steams and knots we tie
In snowball fights and lightning bugs
In dancing days and starry nights
Spring showers lightly danced beneath
Early summer sun-kissed cheeks
And ice cream headache laughters
I measure my weeks in smiles
In water sloshed straight out the tub
And sand tracked onto hardwood paths
And the giggles of drowsy bedtime tales
On such nights I look up at my sky
And track the conversion rate
Of sunsets I find peace in
I don’t measure my years
In money I’ve made
Or parties I’ve thrown
And destinations I’ve seen
I measure my years
By the people I’ve loved
By the callouses on my hands
By the art hung on the fridge
And my joy in every moment