Apollo

A poem.

Photo by Robin Erino:

Embraced the solitary contentment
of a summer day in autumn,
Walking drunk with the wrong length of pants
and a decreased dose of meds.

You grapple with such days
And swim.
And struggle —
Fighting the gentle cacophony of heat
And shiny people.

What will I transform into?
Mouth open,
On the couch.
Perhaps, a baccalà?

There is just too much sun
To see clearly,
To not fantasize —

Drop of orange
Splashing
And disappearing from the white.

From fish to lizards,
We bear the reckoning of this Light:
The welcoming fur,
The delights of a shower.
Buildings lost in air-conditioned clocks.

We haven’t embraced this warmer time.
Not really.

Sounds muffled —
But the window opens!
We sweat in spite
Of this devious,
This delirious,
This delicious
Light blue, a sign of the far-away night.