I’m so worked up with all this relaxing,
Don’t lay all this unwinding on me just yet.
I barely unpacked my bags
My mind will have to wait.
No seriously, I need a minute - But the birdsong!
Now there’s a pushy bunch
Nattering, chattering, endless phatic “here I am”.
(Okay okay I get it
We’re ALL here, that’s the point, ahem, yes.)
Can’t I just sleep? I ask.
To be honest this Bambi shit makes me drowsy.
“No! Do! Be! Explode into being! Rush into dying!”
Fuck, it’s all over the place, I suppose.
Before you know it I’m done for
Swinging in the hammock, barefoot and totally stupid.