I know hollering

From midnight sportsmen

A few distant crickets

Mosquito too close buzzing

The second hand making its rounds


Cool moving through

Breeze breaking humid cloud

Sweat from nothing

Soaking garments through

Skin sticking cold

Peel hands up from keyboard

Reach slowly to wipe your face


You know rain

Familiar in its approach

A walk around Greenalake

Another day perhaps

Trapped at your computer


Chanting brings you there

Looking up at rough-hewn beams

We are holding hands you

And I for the first time

Walking on lazy feet

Powerful woman

Bold in stride and life


This air has me missing you

Just over the lip of

A coffee mug

A few feet away