the exhaustion. The drooping in armchairs
at 1 PM. The restless tossing in bed through
the night, the laggardly rising in the morning.
Dreams kaleidoscope into a language needing
urgent translation. Outside, in the garden,
birds bicker over a breakfast of shreds.
Does it matter? All next week, plumes of dust
will move from the Sahara into our airspace.
Particulates may trigger asthma or allergies,
but also exceptional sunsets. Every known fact
delivers us faster to ourselves and our famously
vulnerable nature. But so does everything we
hold in ignorance, in abeyance. Come, lift that
pallid shawl. Let's raise a glass to the unknown.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
