Some July Poetry

7.11.11

Breath

The ultimate drug

Each desperate inhale

Is relieved by an exhale

Length and lethargy

Steep each sigh stronger

Coloring its agony and ecstasy

Cracking between bones

Lifting up layers

Waves of emotion

Crash down memories

Building sandcastles with Dad

Washing over

Sleeping

7.31.11

There are nights

When the sky looks round

And we seem to know it.

We recognize its shape

And see the shell of our globe

Enclosing us.

Tomorrow, last year

Is so far.

A full revolution’s passed.

All has changed.

We’ve lost our King to another.

We’ve died and been born again.

The lagging, sober winter months

Are forgotten in the shadows

Of Summer’s hurried indolence.

The heat drains our chest

So we can love again.

Humidity fills our lungs

So we can laugh again.

We rejoice that tomorrow is not

The same day it was last year.

We respect all that has since been

For bringing us here.

We expect anything between

Nothing and everything.

Only then there may be sweet nectar 

Flowing from our tree.

There may be enough harvested

To bear the cold, coming months.

That will be enough.