Nappy

I wish I could drag my mattress out into the yard

take a good nap while the weather affords

I've laid down on the concrete path

belt loop stuck my back

Folded my arm overhead to shield from the sun

What a place to lay down

In the absence of shade 

by the winter fig's lack of plume

In shutting my sight

The sun pried open my illuminated jaw

Saw straight through to my current brain

and the last self-satisfying meal

as gently as was intended 

the beam found what was sought

and as my eyes opened and closed

Sun resumed it's tender role

Indoors the cold keeps

I want the warmed winds to touch my cheek

Loosen the furrow in my brow

And send me to sleep

Tomorrow the rains come

I will run in the wet 

And hope to stick the steps

But for now

A shut down and reboot 

While thoughts reamin dulcet and soothing