all i can think about is the heat

All I can think about is the heat

the near constant chirp of some summer insect overpowering my ears

it does not stop singing

while I melt away in the sun

how will I ever do what I am meant to do

if I spend all my time like this?

Baking.

Something is always in the oven for me

& time

changes its pace for no one.

Yet silence is the water

that permeates through space

& time

bending & flowing, shimmering

as it whispers the way.

It’s over here.

precisely where you already are

soaking in the sun & sweat & sound

Soak it in.

you won’t be here much longer.

a cold shower is coming.