On Days Like These (initial version)

Unknowable things, wrapped up tight

like bandaged wounds, play on your mind.

                                                                                               

Through shades, this full beam sunlight,

sorrel, roasts your bare skin and

lying on sharp grass brings just enough respite

to draw out the notepad and the pen,

but straggled words won’t set it right –

nothing can, only the cool smooth familiar

walls of your cave come blackest night,

half-promising tomorrow will be simple and more yours.

(alternative second line: 
like bandages, play on your mind)