the bushveld
always slows me down
as much as i try to resist
try to “make the most of each day”
i quickly feel
bone-marrow-tired
become slow and languorous
cat-like
needing naps
and moving only to eat
or accomplish a simple task
with great deliberation
(chop lettuce, stir coffee, brush teeth)
i forget words
what day it is
the heat hurts
i am faint and wilting
wretched
i berate myself
try to “put on a brave face”
but pretending is futile
and then
something shifts
(every time, it’s the same)
i wake with the dawn
eyes bright and clear
to a different quality of day:
it beckons!
i am ready!
i have become comfortable
with the days being long and wide and rich and full
PHOTO: Armend Istrefi
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