suntired.

I’ve become suntired all over again

freckles pulsating toward light

and god do I need to find a place

for all my winter coats

I’m loftier than I have been and more in the ground all at once

every

opposite

knee-jerk

thunder-foaming

mind cycle

is forced to pause

and observe the yellowjackets making a home in my doorway

and I act like I haven’t made my home in theirs

Image courtesy of Mark McBrearty