When I sit in the sun I’m overhot,
but inside it’s too chill to bare my knees.
Now matter where I opt for, I forgot
the fickleness of sixty-five degrees
in summer – shifting from the inside out
and back indoors with schizophrenic funk.
It’s just our weather – downy fog about
the bay, provoking me and neighbor skunk.
I’m used to polecats underneath my place –
they share the ground with ‘possums and perhaps
racoons (I hear but seldom see a face).
My yardmates as a rule are taking naps
while I’m awake, but lately there is one
big skunk that seems to want the midday sun.