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Rated: E · Poetry · Psychology · #2196675
I mesmerize myself to keep cool during a heat wave.
As a soldier, there must be ways
to beat the heat as I stand guard…
beyond forty degree Celsius is like
being in a kiln with air scarce.
Still I duty in green fatigues
so I must mesmerize myself
to cool before the heat beast wins.
I have won in lesser battles
basic training D.I. madness,
when the fear of God was riot.
So what is heat?  I want to know
what could weaken me as spineless.
In my mind, I feel frigid winds
as if Aleutians were nearby,
as if the snows of Everest
are packed against me to my waist.
I am assigned to Gilze-Rijen
(military airport station)
serving here with pride and pistol,
melting like ice in a sauna.

(I temporary lost my train:
  I won’t go back to wilting force.
  Enchanted are the waves within,
  the spell is mine to turn about.)

Go steady, steady, steady now—
I am transfixed spellbound in grip,
I am beneath a waterfall
with fronds around all waters blue,
a splashing dolphin gives me spray
(a long way from the deep blue sea.) 
How free my time when duty ends
and summer melts the paint off planes;
I am no wizard from the past
yet maybe I can charm my mood.
Dare I say mind over matter?
The sentiment, though rank with dust
serves well this day to one who serves,
though better served is mindfulness:
enchantment basking in the glade,
savoring cool the maples make.


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Writer’s Cramp Co-Winner
7-26-19
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