There’s a fly buzzing
around my head
as I inexplicably sit
beside a fire on a 30C day
It seems to think my head
is the centre of its universe
and that its job is to orbit
around me
as many times per minute
as possible
Its buzzing drone is so
low
you can almost count
the number of vibrations per second
He’s undoubtedly been waiting
all winter
to cut loose and I serve
as a handy Sun to his Mercury
Best he not get too close
lest the sunspots lash out
to engulf him
Or her?