Never Mind

Laying the plains of my palm across the screen door, quaking with mosquitos, I felt safe. 

In my fingers, in my guts, I felt it. Safe from the bugs, from the brute of the cool air, from the burping bullfrogs. Somewhere, I didn't particularly care where, a loon howled as if it was being gobbled up by the water. I hoped it was. 

You know, circle of life and all. Even though it was dark, I didn't mind looking. Never minded. Never mind.