Waves of post-summer heat
rippled through afternoon’s lonely lil’ lot
like the contractions in my chest
and rhythmic pounding of tennis shoes
against the sun-weary gravel,
feet carried by the languid shrug
of a melody spilling over my life span
or at least what I know of it till now.
The buzz of anticipation
offers no solace
in seeing the one I love and fear
materialize into my mind
before finalizing into the
painful notion called “reality.”
And yet, I requisite no action either
for whatever is realer than my real
is all the worse for my chakra.
And I ponder all this
while the heat strikes my blazer
worn to reflect my image reincarnate —
arose
like the tears in my eyes
that turned the vicinity blue and green —
and crashed
bringing down a cacophony of
memories and snippets and anything
substantial.
And so I’m
running running running
as yesteryear’s autumn shadows
slink in front of my path.
Perchance,
what a pleasure to see all and nothing
in the sad summer heat.
At least I see color again.
And with that said,
I bravely meander
from bomb-shelter of a school to the car,
for today’s survival game is complete.
In the meanwhile
I pray I won’t spill my guts,
and with them
my feelings for you
borne out of freak chance
and absurd timing.
