Friday, June 07, 2024

whence

It’s a place somewhere between awareness and sleep, a particular exhaustion that’s not exhaustion.

A fleeting moment of time when the day is too hot but the air is cooled by shade and the stillness broken only by the oscillation of an over-used fan that clicks as it sweeps back and forth in the soft glow. 

Absent is the lulling swarm of the cicada drowning out the persistent reverberations of a heart pounding wild, un-rythmic and breaths, shallow, laboring to find its depth.