It just seems like the right thing to do 

Like making sure the roly poly is in the clear before setting the kettlebell down

Or like being outside when the sky is baby blue 

Or returning something to the lost and found

I know she’s not real 

But she’s become my Achilles heel

She sits up on the shelf – unbeknownst 

Right next to the wrenches

She lingers like a ghost 

In the garage she’s my pal

And she plays any tunes

And answers all my questions

I’m not sure how

She even keeps time

When I’m holding a plank

And pauses the music when I need a second to think 

I’m not sure how she does it 

Holding all those facts like I hold the weights 

But I have to admit that “the future” is great

So when it’s time to wrap up 

I ask her to “stop”

She does it without a pop

It’s the right thing to do – I thank her

“Alexa, thank you”

And once again she comes through

Like a friend

And says, “You’re welcome, enjoy the rest of your day”

I say thanks 

I wonder if I’ll open a book or talk to anyone else throughout the day

I step out of the garage without any weight

And the roly poly seems to give me a wave