Days like this...
when the air is too dry
the AC is not powerful enough
to erase that heat from your brain.
When every particle of you
is tiptoeing around the 600sp feet room
aching...for fresh, comforting air from the ocean.
You breath in the intoxicated boredom
of the house...
in a hot summer day.
The clock strikes one pm
and somewhere in the neighborhood
a baby cries.
Grandpa must have waken up, but I didn't care.
A lost breeze enters the window
And for a moment,
I wish I was an incarnation
Of the God wind.
Travel across wide rivers
And topped the summit of mountains.
Or to come gently through an open door, and caress a worry traveler.
but since I am me,...
I just pick up the pen,
and write this free verse poem
about a hot summer day
in which
I was bored!