Back in the mosquito net I doze, jet lag drugged as the fan glitters, irritable with the electricity. The bed is too short for both feet and head so I wriggle restless, thoughtful – thoughtless.
The heat hums outside, heavy with insects, darkness, night song, but I’m not ready for that yet. I can’t quite believe my choices changed, clumped, unballed, unravelled into another net, another new, another me alone in the night.
I’m just not here yet.
A bell chimes, temple time, marking the hours mysterious even when in silence, in made nothings I would make them mundane.
I know soon tomorrow will crawl under the door, soft, slow fingered but relentless. Until then I wait, let my feelings run, pool then puddle like glass eyes. I have stones I need to settle.