Siesta

It

Feels like

It’s 

The middle of July

Silent ‘cept the cicadas

Lazy mid-day breeze 

Took its own siesta now

I’m left

Lying and akimbo

Eyes near-closed

Askin’ for a prayer

With nothin’ but slow breathing

To cool me from this daze

Otherly

As that orb of warmth out there
Speak sweetly then
Despite today’s bitter news
Turn your smallest corners

Up

Give a purposeful gift
Bringing brilliance
Urgent illumination
To other creation 

And I will too