The mystery of every summer breeze

A wordless whirr that speaks to me

A tumble through my hair strands

The whistle of a stroller, “come thou fount of every blessing”

The humble pidder patter of soles flopping down a sidewalk

The burn of coke down my gut

The loiterers

The foreigners on phones

That bell finally back for a new year calls for 3 o’clock

Silly screams, clapping and hugs

Extra minutes not at desk

Email after email

Spreadsheet after spreadsheet

Solutions after problems

A buzz in my ear

Straightened back

Walk briskly away

Nature hates me

And chases me back to the office