The weather is perfect and beckoning me to sit outside and read
the novel I checked out of the public library.
But, it's not perfect. Mosquitoes invade as soon as I sit down.
One day into Spring and they are swarming me.
I enlist the bug repellant. Poison be damned.
I have to escape to the outdoors this Sunday afternoon.
I have been tethered to the TV instant news of the war in Iraq--embeded reporters.
I force myself outside to clear my head.
My reading is disjointed. I alternate wishing I had a hammock to nap in,
to feeling guilty for not watching the news. Me and the rest of America
with a jones for the tube, with nothing on that we want to see.