Indolence
Under the grape arbor, sunlight’s warmer than skin,
the breeze is cool enough
to balance it out, and the bird songs are all
beautiful, not raucous but sweet.
The sway of the hammock also helps,
and her leg draped across his as she sleeps —
though it has brought about a tingling in his toes,
a general numbness in his calf, and a prickle
in his knee — doesn’t cause him much discomfort yet,
although a cloud’s blowing by in the shape
of something he cannot quite make out,
and to the right, a bunch of grapes dangles
so juice-engorged they look to be in pain
