Hanging On (from "Riddles, Piddles, Poems and Tales")

I kept going outside
to check the clothes drying
as if it mattered.
As if the ever-swelling sun
needed checking. As if
the slippery arc I took
around the house could hook or latch
on to anything.

A warm spring day. My bare feet
on an ill-kept lawn. And windy.
Always I'd find the clothes
hanging on for dear life.
Yes, that's right,
dear dear life.