On The Write Path

December 4th... Time to rest.

Time to rest

The wind is tired like I am tired.
I only muster enough oomph
to walk slow — then sit,
rise up — sit down,
collapse in bed under an a/c breeze.

It's upper Eighties by day, upper Sixties by night;
but, my old bones just want to rest — all day — all night.

I've only been gone seven months
but shops have disappeared and
a tree cut down; yet,
the bees are back.

There are seasons here: hot, wet, cool.
They move slowly — back and forth.

I've seen Eight friends.
I have no energy to hunt for others.
But in time —if I have time—
there'll be time enough.

© Kåre Enga (4.desember.2024)

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A response to Wordsmitty:

The wind is tired like I am tired
I can only muster enough oomph
to walk slow than sit
rise up sit down
lie in bed under the a/c breeze

It's upper 80s by day upper 60s by night
but my old bones just want to rest

Only gone 7 months
but businesses gone
a tree cut down
the bees are back

There are seasons here
but they move slowly back and forth

I've seen 5 friends
I have no energy to hunt for others
but in time
if I have time

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