In these days of terrible tiredness
I move in and out of sun and shade,
sometimes gliding down a colonnade
along a sun-dried yard
towards a dark nave, cool and hidden.
Sometimes I lie stripped bare,
satisfied by the weight and heat of sun.
In this endless weariness
you’d think I’d sleep, but no.
I read a little, caught in a loop:
the colonnade and dark chapel
the hot sun and my melting skin