Hello, early morning lawn mower -
A subtle buzzing in the distance.
The sound oscillates.
Faint humming as I lay motionless in my bed.
Opening my eyes feels like work.
I wrestle with my mind to make any sort of movement.
I think the being in the clouds is sending me a message.
Have you been mowing your lawn?
Have you been tending to the mile-high weeds
That are growing in you?
You've forgotten to turn the mulch.
You must eradicate the overabundance or earth residing in you.

But today, I will let the noise of the lawnmower be just that.
An annoyance with no metaphorical message.
Maybe I'll listen to the being in the clouds tomorrow.