out back, sitting in the sun, watching big bees do their slow ancient pollination dance lumbering from small white flower to small white flower. sky jet noise above going from there to elsewhere makes me glad i’m here going nowhere.
i shut my eyes, feel the heat on my face, reduce reality to the red orange sun glow of my closed eyelids and the background drones of civilization.
i’m a doer sitting here doing nothing, thinking of what i could be doing, should be doing… the mind never stops, is never satisfied.
but right now, the only thing real is the sun hot on my face, its orange painting the inside of my lids, its enervating heat draining my will.
