Easy Living
June 15 2022
A scourge of blackflies
ravenous mosquitoes.
Allergies
miserable as blood meals.
Humid air and thunderstorms
and too much sun for sleep.
A hard winter
a chilly spring,
and still
there is no easy living.
Not here, up north.
Would it be better
if we imagined the globe reversed,
down north
the antipodes?
The southern hemisphere,
where the magnetic field inverts,
blood rushes to our heads,
and water circles the drain
in the opposite direction?
Strange beasts, as in Australia
winter in July?
Either cane toads
and poisonous snakes,
or a scourge of biting insects.
Because there's always something
no matter what.
Like a summer storm
that comes out of nowhere
and stops as quickly as it starts.
It's late afternoon,
but darkness descends
as if a switch had flipped.
There is an air
of anxious expectancy,
and I can feel hair
on the back of my neck
tingle with electrical charge.
The wind quickens
lightning flashes
thunder cracks the sky.
A heavy downpour
raining cats and dogs,
cleansing the air
and breaking the humidity.
We run for cover
retreating inside.
Meanwhile, the weather gods
have issued a reprieve
and the scourge briefly lifts;
the blackflies going to ground
mosquitoes lying low.
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