Noonish

At dusk yesterday
there was a mosquito
at the window screen,
I almost wanted to let
it into the house because
it was one of maybe three
or four I'd seen since the Spring

Mosquitoes didn't really happen
here this year, too dry,
unheard of as far as I can remember
but the North is burning too,
the world is getting hotter and
the storms are blowing bigger -
normal is becoming something else.

There's no joy in waking midday
it always feels like I've lost something
and not only the day itself but
the weight of cumulative loss like
you're waking mid-dream remembering
every lost thing in sequence,
every lost feeling, you.