Here we go again.
Like a mystic pearl diver
I delve into the silence,
Into the sweltering summer heat.
The sunlight paints my eyelids
A luscious orange,
Veined with crimson and gold.
The porch swing sways—imperceptibly, almost.
Between the yuccas and buddleias,
The breeze is dancing…
Light and heat and sound and motion
All one swelling, heaving tide,
And I’m sinking, softly drifting,