here,
in the steamy, pulsing
***** of summer.
here, in the wet of it.
here, in the sticky mess of it.
here,
in the undertow of a humid human storm.
here, in the midmorning fog.
here,
in the tip-toeing of august mud.
here, in the thick of the last gasp before the plunge
into the darkness of autumn.
here, in the center
of the heart of the spiral of this endless cycle.
here,
in the bull's eye of summer.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
here,
in the steamy, pulsing
***** of summer.
here, in the wet of it.
here, in the sticky mess of it.
here,
in the undertow of a humid human storm.
here, in the midmorning fog.
here,
in the tip-toeing of august mud.
here, in the thick of the last gasp before the plunge
into the darkness of autumn.
here, in the center
of the heart of the spiral of this endless cycle.
here,
in the bull's eye of summer.
After I wrote this (7.28.16), I found out the eye of Taurus would be positioned next to the moon and visible to the naked eye during the wee hours of night.
The universe speaks in mysterious ways.
