Lost

The day has not appalled me. The bearable heat reminded me of those times I would have reveled in it. But that was when the ocean was never too far away. Today it was streams and rivers I thought of, though by now they are shrunken and lacking the proper chill, unlike the boundless sea that refreshes itself with a thirst always quenched. I smelled the heat and the hint of pine it carried, and once home from shopping sat on the porch and felt it reaching into the shade to grasp me. Come back, come back to the time you loved me. But only my thoughts could travel there. My skin tolerated the day, and waited for the cool evening to give its love.


( Sunday Verse )