I sit on the crackling dirt,
my flip flop spurs up dust on top,
like powdered sugar
just holding the black below, muddy.
Crickets chirp left,
Thunder flashes in the west-
My chin turns quick.
Last year’s corn stocks begin to fade beneath white circle clover flowers.
The northwest sunset paints lava red with lavender brushstrokes
I try to take it in
So I breathe thanks
Two mosquitoes (who weren’t here yesterday) buzz in my ear,
cracking the perfection, and yet part of it somehow.
I slap my upper arm left,
And it’s time to go in for the night.
A semi hums in the distance, and I taste a Carol Joy Holling summer just starting.
Up above my head. . .
I hear singing in the air
and taste Kool-Aid in my cuppie,
tinged with leftover sno cone.
Squish s’more between my lips, crisp marshmallow toasted hollow, melting chocolate stars
as nervous new friends bounce down the hill
with flashlights and toothbrushes
and questions. . .
And I feel alive
and close to Something Deeper,
in Love once again.
Your turn. . .