Reimagining, Yearly
A poem about August
August, even with your blistering winds I can sense your autumn follows — And with the slant of the sun, yearly inspiration.
Yet- navigate through this month. August — with its hospital mazes, Yellow jackets, Drying herb beds
Ghosts of disbelief Repeating the days Since this — since that, Sudden loss of time.
August anxiety Pretend it isn’t there.
But August, you are the Sunday night of the calendar.
Sleepless for fear of having to Sleep less Trying to get ready for the change.
What didn’t I do? What forgotten slip at home, How soon how soon?
August, the patient teacher Who has not had her hair cut Or ironed out the summer skirt
Zinnia petals scattered on her table Summer projects still half-started
This year I vow to make August a woven blanket on the lawn, Music dripping from the stars, Linen pants, Uncommon laughter, Impromptu painting, Swimming free, A Saturday night.
