summer's promise

Swift wind sails over the sea between southern and northern continents.  The heat is stifling, carrying Nature’s blustery excess beyond boundaries; dryness has replaced yesterday’s rain, evaporated as if it were only a steamy memory shared by few. We are unaccustomed to having our senses attacked thus; sweat is not the only thing dripping from our pores; last night’s overflowing good cheer, vodka for some, cognac for others, after the sky blazing in fireworks, drains too from the temporarily numbed places in our minds.

summer heat arrived
quickly on Sahara wind
dries salt from grey rain

brilliant azure skies
tinged with golden sunbeam rays
sea gulls soar above

white salt and sand mixed
in seasons finally changed
into summer’s clouds

We find good cheer and contentment in the balmy weather, which will bring holiday freely frolicking on a distant beach; the opalescent water will welcome us as the nurturing darkness of our mother’s wombs.  We will find independence in the warmth, forgetting dilemmas and questions.  Instead we remain immobile trying to count the grains of fine ivory sand, basking, reveling, simply existing under the summer sunshine.

the waves will not crash
they ebb and flow, unending
a summer moon dance

Evening brings cooler air, but it is still electrified with the promise of the desert’s intensity. Midnight comes and we take a last plunge, naked and unseen, into the refreshing liquid of the sea, letting the waves gently bathe us in their harmony.  Is it thus that Adam and Eve could have lived, in this perfection of seasonal glory?

the gods are smiling
shimmering silver rays tempt
our gladness at night

Morning comes quietly, the magical moment of dark indigo playing hide and seek with a nascent rosy hue.  It quietly turns orange as the sun’s globe touches the horizon.  The rest of the story is brilliant summer sunlight sparkling, making shadows for couples kissing on the sand.  Can time stand still, just for these moments, and let us believe that we can touch this perfection?


summer’s promise
[15.7.2007…b]

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