Apollo

Embraced the solitary contentment

of a summer day in autumn,

Walking drunk with the wrong length of pants

and a decreased dose of meds.

You grapple with such days

And swim.

And struggle —

Fighting the gentle cacophony of heat

And shiny people.

What will I transform into?

Mouth open,

On the couch.

Perhaps, a baccalà?

There is just too much sun

To see clearly,

To not fantasise —

Drop of orange

Splashing

And disappearing from the white.

From fish to lizards,

We bear the reckoning of this Light:

The welcoming fur,

The delights of a shower.

Buildings lost in air-conditioned clocks.

We haven’t embraced this warmer time.

Not really.

Sounds muffled —

But the window opens!

We sweat in spite

Of this devious,

This delirious,

This delicious

Light blue, a sign of the far-away night.