I feel every inch of my body and skin

My mind, like the air, is slow and thick;

What is too long in the moment,

Anything that I am with

Would to every sensibility seem to stick;

I would move a slower rhythm

That my breath might follow suit,

Any cover to come near me

Would need be soft and light and loose

And exertion would find no acceptance

Only justified excuse

For a long and cool and shady kind of treat.

Yet I fight the same engagement

On this day as any other

To find God and soul and prayer

And maybe sister or a brother

As a subject or an object,

The intention of a lover

For the journey that does not change

Despite the heat.

2012.06.22.0500