Ach,

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.