May 6: No Rest

The Beltane fires have burned, the veil has thinned–

Unconsciously we sense the other side,

And vernal frenzy throws good sense to wind,

As if by work, mortality’s denied.

Inspired by trees’ and shrubs’ floral display,

We start ambitious habits once again

And set ourselves new goals, as if to say,

“I should do this, and if not now, then when?”

Alas, I have been caught in Springtime’s snare;

It seems the season and fate have contrived

To energize me with delicious air,

Only to leave me hot and sleep-depr...