It seems I’m afire
Not the type frequently feared
I’m sad like a leftover quart of rainbow sherbet purchased on last October’s last sizzling-hot day
I burst out of the schoolhouse that Autumn afternoon, determined to hold fast to my gratitude for the sun and the heat that’s fleeting that time of year
My only goal, to fight back against the falling back that steals my morning sunlight, even when I’m mindful
The temperature dropped the very next day, as did my heart, as did my interest in the rainbow, interest in the heat, my interest in the sherbet.
It’s almost June now, is just how sad
Please, desert rose
Emerge into my life
Remind me it's Summer
Pray, sagebrush field
Feed my lungs steadfast
Keep me and know that I crave
I am tropical.
The temperate fall together as gathered mist in a hissed, pitter-patter voice.
Vanilla. Cayenne. Cacao. Ginger.
One sweet droplet falls to my skin from above.
I peer out through the rattan and find myself here.
Others plan. While some may, most won’t.
Everything. The shiny,
The hot, the wishing for warmth
And that pilot’s still circling
Not caring for landing field light
Or the heat of home afterall
Higher and away
As if captaining a star flight
Upon which I can only draft
So I know I’ll find myself
There in India
The middle of July
Silent ‘cept the cicadas
Lazy mid-day breeze
Took its own siesta now
Lying and akimbo
Askin’ for a prayer
With nothin’ but slow breathing
To cool me from this daze
A different stare
But still the same wond’ring gaze
This must be the day
You’d be proud
You finally sat still
And let my overheated body crash onto
What I think was your chest
While some big-eyed, long-legged, bubble-blowing bug
And giggled at the whole thing
Whose eyes were more sleepy – yours or mine?
A movie we couldn’t have missed
It was epic
And here I am overheated again
Or it could have been your shoulder before
Epic, I said