Summer is Here

It is the first day of summer.

I am swallowing sunshine like it's a watering hole

in the dessert and I've been wandering for 40 years.

I am plunging into it, to forget a long list of things

that cannot be forgotten. My eyes are crinkled,

my thighs sunburned, and I've painted my toes an

ocean blue, finding joy in simple pleasures.

I laugh more. I think I can be happy here.

I can see a future shaped of my hopes and dreams

again instead of laying awake in bed waiting for

inspiration. For salvation.

I wrote you another poem.

Or maybe I wrote it for me.

It is the wind blowing through an open door and

holes in the wall.

When the sun finally sets, I might read it to you.