It is a quarter past June, and
already it seems like a record setting summer.
Sprinklers and the scent of chlorine filled pools,
as I walk in my street-worn shoes to my sanctuary.
The lifeless blacktop park where
my will and the heat-embracing pavement meet.
A well-manicured backyard tree hangs its verdant leaves
just over its owner’s fence.
Like a lifeline for life reaching out to me.
I stick and I move,
as the sweat cleans the dirt and despair from my face.
Like a sunshine superman, I drink UV rays into my bones.
Alone I feel whole.
The disinfecting flames of summer
have begun to melt the cold rot encasing my soul.
Embrace the light from the sun, because one day we will plead with darkness to feel it on our face once more.
