In My Summer Mind: Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Some folk like spring to
Grow up and spread out

Others, summers ripe and rot, still
Others fall dead in winter’s SAD

If this holds true: you’re on your own:
Wrestling that seasonal funk

You feel down and out
Every single day, and

Those bastards ride your back
Into the night and into your dreams

Feeling hopeless with distant dreams
Despairingly, they’re far out of sight

Winded of energy, leaving old oak tree
To snap back on its own

Even, the most scrumptious meals
Cannot stimulate a suppressed appetite

Having difficulty concentrating, and lacking
Mental and social factors to get things done

In my wake and the same time dreaming
Transiting from winter to a summer mind

I just as well start here
Half way covered

In a summer dress bedded with
flowers showing off my thighs

Before my vision; I’d tossed out
My flip flops, slipped on toe-less
Bareback Birkenstock

Way before all this happened we’d
Filled our bellies with juicy berries
Then shared an unripe cherry
Left a seed, after which was planted
Then bore a beautiful flower

Awaken; I took a fairly long ride
to the beach, slide outta my dress
Permission my bare feet to play in sand

Though introverted, I looked outside
My scant bikini caught his eyes,
Had to step aside lest we collide

Lying alone on the sandy shore
Wishing for nerves of steel and
Submerge into returning waves.