Mirage
The summer heat wakes me from my sleep.
My neck and pillow are locked in a wet kiss.
I turn the pillow over and hope
that the cool side is cool;
It’s not.
I look over my shoulder towards the clock.
One-thirty in the morning.
I sigh and close my eyes,
pushing the blanket further away with hands and feet.
I roll over and look at the clock again.
Three-forty. What happened to the past two hours?
I hate when that happens.
I slide out of bed and walk in the dark,
ignoring every lamp and light switch.
A 100 watt bulb would feel like the sun.
My feet find relief on the kitchen floor.
From one ceramic tile to the next
in search of a cooler square,
I crisscross the darkened room
as if I’m playing tic-tac-toe with myself.
I open the refrigerator and freezer doors anticipating a chill.
It’s not as cool as I had hoped.
Gently I squeeze a bag of frozen vegetables
just to make sure the freezer is working.
I pour guava nectar into a glass.
The juice is chilled,
and I gulp without tasting.
The juice splashes inside my chest
and irrigates the desert within.
August 2nd, 2005 at 6:43 am
I have never said this same feeling, but if I had, I could only wish that I had said it as eloqently as you have. Love
August 2nd, 2005 at 7:24 am
You do have such a great way with words. I enjoyed that. Raise another glass to a break from the heat…
*HUGS*
August 2nd, 2005 at 8:09 am
my favorite line: ‘the juice splashes inside my chest’
good stuff, Kane.
August 2nd, 2005 at 8:41 am
The last line sums it all up for me. “Irrigates the desert within”. I love that, You may mean it in a very simplisitc way, but I think we all have a deserts within us and we spend our lives trying to quench our thirst. Very beautifully written kane.
August 2nd, 2005 at 9:59 am
you are so gifted. poetry is very hard to me, but for you it seems to flow effortlessly.
August 2nd, 2005 at 1:50 pm
Another beautiful entry……how did I ever get such a talented son?
You make my heart SING!
August 3rd, 2005 at 12:59 am
Great words for something most of us are going thru! I really do wonder sometimes where the two hours go between peeks at the alarm! I know I’m not sleeping thru them. A/C can be such a blessing when it works!
August 4th, 2005 at 9:32 am
you are natually gifted with words, and with the camera.
December 15th, 2007 at 3:28 pm
Who is the poet who wrote Mirage? Who?
December 15th, 2007 at 3:32 pm
Who is the poet who wrote Mirage? It;s a great poem, but no
mention is made of the author,\.” Is it a digital poem?
December 15th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
Anne, I am the author of all the writings at this site.
Thanks for your interest and kind words.
kane~