Balmy Afternoon 130503

Is this what they call

Balmy?

The sun shrouded

In the hottest part of

the afternoon

And not a whisper of wind

The sky cloudy and yet bright

The air still and yet clean

The light clear and yet dull

It feels cool and yet warm

And is this what they call

Balmy?

It all looks the same

But a breeze has sprung up

And it brushes

The bare skin of my back

Then stills.

The light thickens.

If I want to reach the sun

I feel I must

Claw at the atmosphere

Scratch at it

With not-long fingernails

But the breath

of the everywhere

Pulls at my senses

Makes me sluggish

And I am content

To sit and to breathe

Tasting vague dreams

And hearing the rain.