A stink bug has landed on my lips.
I am in and of the grass,
laying down
a living foundation.
Out of nowhere,
I think of my mother
and her hot Irish temper.
I swipe the oval brown insect away,
cursing all the irritating, and crawly,
then I doze.
I am a raised earthwork,
a forgiving quietude under the sun -
thank you mum.
Earthwork monument,
Comprised of standing pieces;
Prehistoric stones.