Oftentimes, when the humidity
Suffocates, a thick, wet shroud,
And the heat presses, an invisible oven,
I yearn to melt into the grotto's cool,
Or sink my feet knee-deep within the creek,
Where I might skip slick shale,
Track darting crawfish,
And unearth forgotten whispers of the water,
As my body drinks the cool, hydrating peace..