the sun isn’t
the only thing that burns
like that warm fuzzy feeling
in my stomach
but actually more
not fuzzy at all
wondering what to do
that fulfills my will
to be what I’m meant to be
more me than me
what future flirts
behind the curtain
like the shy behind skirts
or the sky behind clouds
hiding the sun
but relief from burning
skin outside and within
orbits elliptically
leaving stripes
of uneven colour
and uncertain shape
outer sign of inner
seasonal disorder