20June 12July

The air is faintly cooler now
A hint, nothing but a hint
The heat of summer is fleeting
I fear it
Slipping
I feel it
Doing so-
Passing a mirror- glancing its direction
Resting on the glow
Of bulbs streaming down
Heat waving around
And again I think of summer
The mirror remains
My image fades
Into a crowd of newly familiar people
And Tennessee mountain tops
A tiny room muster with tears and adrenaline fueled
In front of three hundred eyes
Fits and laughers
Of sisterhood
Spanning miles- many miles

Longing and aching
Dart with sight
Swells in my chest
Quivering my lips
The images- I watch them
Moving
Sinking into place
Sculpting the curve of my brow
Rounding
My shoulders
Seeping and sifting
Welcomed by my walls

There I was again

In the mirror
Still looking at summer

Feeling its heat
I felt ready for winter
For the iciest winter

Stepping away-
No mirror needed

Where my finger
Pushed
A hair behind my ear
Everywhere between
My flesh
There was warmth-
There was summer

Answer to the Universal Question

I often think
It is

a
moving hand

an
Ant trudging
Up a creviced tree-
Along the bark
From root to tip
Of the most lighted leaves

an egg
Full of yellow yolk
Housed by fragile walls
Cracked easily
Goo running out-
Still held together as one, stretched
And sliding among
Its pieced house


a
Seagull
A lot lie its brother
Foe and friend
All wild in souring

Perhaps
Most of all

I often think
Rather is not
And can never be solidified
But instead
A gust brought only
By turning
Dusty, wrinkle papers
Bounded by string-
Laced in ink-
Joining may more
Remaining there

Yes, yes that is what it is
I often think