I stay indoors mostly :
An early tomb—more roomy .
I imagine the webs of nature ;
The realities shut me out
In :

Nest of wasps, swarm of gnats,
The Georgian sun fueling the
Snail–paced humidity—air with
Texture .
It is not a dislike of nature ;
On the contrary,
Documentaries of the –ologies
Intrigue .

In the nighttime, it is only
The moths and mosquitoes,
Countered by the bats
Scooping with spiky wings ;
Most of the bothersome
Things are sleeping .
The planets, I hop for real :
A reminder of my
Smallness
In my bubble of awareness,
Indifferent .

Some socially inquire—
worry—about hermits .

*[ WSB ]_.