Permissible summer

and static air

truth hangs low

waiting to precipitate

Confidence into my pores,

commend her dripping beauty

fluid, speak life

like we are still wriggling out of the ocean

Cotton clinging

and I attempt to snatch these metaphors,

I gaze half intently at the furiously moving dirt

to understand why

pervasive and complex, a wish, an expectation

it’s the simplicity of which I fear

an afterthought, a careless blunder

but life is insistent

and I too, answer her bidding