This morning before the oppressive
heat arrived, new life danced across
the fields through the tall grasses
with the trees swaying rhythmically.
Ziggy meowed until I let him out to witness
the land come alive as if on the cusp
of some adventure. He settled down by
me to let me know we shared something new
before slinking out to the fields to do his
cat thing with the mice and birds. Don't stop
wind! Stay and play on the land. Accompany
the day's labors. Push away the heat.
I sat thrilled on the front porch in the
beginning light before the sun raised
it's summer might over the eastern
horizon. The stranger had entered smiling.
July 19, 2005 Hot Hemet