I gotta get used to the quiet
When the hyperactivity is gone
And nothing left but the hum of the fan
And the blue screen on the computer that's dead

Many quiet days lie ahead
The busy and the hurry are behind me
A new routine is at hand
What will I do with the hours?

cooler, cloudy, rainy
but sweat still runs down

nice summer rain with occasional lightning and the wind is blowing the trees

uncomfortable in my own skin
it tugs and pulls
pinches in the middle
not even the right shade
red, blotchy, ill-fitting
my skin