tiredness engulfs
while the sky leans toward gray
I’m looking to develop a summer rhythm
therefore not permanent 
early to rise, not late to bed
investigate the neighborhood’s blooms
       practice peace
       pray for health and freedom from what consumes
       take a walk, read a book
     land    
 like a butterfly, therefore lightly
until summer yields and all is spent
then I’ll return to my usual pattern
the grind of normalcy
unless I find a way to make this joyful alternative
exist long term
and truly, why not?