some days are meant
for lounging
among the roots of
the great world tree
with nothing
but thoughts of naps
as dandelion fluff
circles lazily
in the hot
summer breeze.

other days
are like a splinter
just under
the skin.

i’ve had too many
of the latter
not nearly enough
of the former
and
a staggering amount
of worse.

but a nap sounds good
right about

now.