I crack the window,
inhale and emerge into stillness,
surrounded by sweat and tired cicadas
We take comfort in the concrete
roughing up our heels
as we sprint past sweet nostalgia
in the middle of the summer haze
When the sun melts away all the oxygen
the world is asleep
but weeks trickle by, oblivious
There's something freeing about
being frozen in time in the summer
We taste the carefree paralysis
when hot air decides to fade and
silence all the spheres
Then suddenly we're breathing the rain
Our voices echo in the steam and storms
We sink in and out of consciousness
along with the longest days,
seeming small again
in the face of the season that wraps me in warmth
when I slip out the screen door
Afternoons filled with spice and summer,
leaning on the one who makes me whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem