I’m at a new place,
with new people,
new opportunities.

In a shed, taking a 15,
I sit on a roll of wire.
I’m not fully here today.

The months go by
the days, the hours
I barely feel them anymore
as I zone out
into the open insulation.

My socks are wet from watering.
When should I get up?

Colorful pants walks in.
Distracted eyes sit down.

Long walks
out into the wilderness
I’m not ready for conversation,
too tired today.