Feel the fat rotation of the planet throwing a little spring our way to poke our amygdala and rattle our dormancy
and sure, we know at the back of minds a bare faced bait and switch is in play which means our twitching fingers will seek to put the big coats in the loft only with dismay to find the grey frost return to bite our ***** mid-March
but we can dream and show some ankle can’t we?
We hold out for this spring harder than a man who’s lost nine digits to frostbite so we can point to where it hurts, be heard, aware that we’re linked, a swarm of warmer hands that need to hold, to cling, to brace against this lingering, malingering pain
We’re ready to emerge, but only together and while inclement, duplicitous weather still rages we’re better, sadly, caved
Fatigue engulfs my every ounce With every new thing that they announce It begins in my back ridden with scoliosis Leaving me longing for a period of hypnosis It shifts to my neck where the ache is persistent A reminder of days that were not so distant My breath it shortens to the tune of sleep Hoping my daughter won't make a peep Only to remember the volume of work Awaiting my attention with a knowing smirk Without an end to anticipate My essence tries to bear the weight Opening inquiries into all I can't deny Hoping to eventually release a sigh