Shade

Beneath the tree, I lie 

still as the leaves, until the wind sways them,

like two dancers lost in the rhythm of each other.

I stir, interrupted by the glare of the sun,

itching to penetrate my face.

My hazy eyes see the coming of dusk

eager to wrap the sky in its dark embrace.

I get up and tumble, falling into the grave I dug.

Maybe my scream will rouse passersby.

Maybe it’ll motivate them to bury me.

Who knows?

I’ll lie here until then.