glaring sun

hot stuffy and sticky, in the bed, sore head, the window open, sombre light from the risen sun. The bed is a mess of tangled bed clothes, this is uncomfortable.
It is hot,
esta calor
even in Germany
even now in the morning
even with the head sore and the muscles ache
Dizzy

want to sleep on, and cannot, no peace




So get up get up go to the bathroom wash the sick taste of sleep out of the mouth fed up, hysterical panic, irritability.
Age?

no not yet please.
Get dressed,
the son is up
the sun is glaring
the son embraces

makes cat noises for his old father, a game.
stroke his back, long hug.
kind son, relax
Then he goes back to his computer

Bells outside in the dried streets under the glaring sun
Sit at the table, watch the cat, sitting on a small table beside an empty wine glass. It is playing with it's tail.


And still, a solid mass of concrete like substance to the back of the head.
Read the McEwan speech on Brexit.
fantastic.