I’m wide awake
But I don’t want to be
Bleary eyes and emotions
The heat hovers over the earth outside, tangible
I can taste it in the air.
From the shower next door
Neighbors I never hear but through their consumption of water.
The ceiling fans spins wordlessly, as I think of all I must accomplish today
Next week, this year.
On and on, to the sound of the keys clacking
And their shower gurgling.
Built-up life of made-up purpose
Trying to make a point:
Rub my face in hands
Stretch out, sigh and think.
I am running, but to where I cannot say
Maybe it’s time to slow down
And go a different way.
Where does that road lead,
Neither that do I know
We’re a hundred billion ants
Running scared through the world
Burrowing and digging new trenches
Before winter comes.