in the summer rye...

reflections

“…the way life used to be…”

you found your way

past jesus and lizard tree

saguaro puncture wound hook-a-thon

old desert trading path

a river of souls as water

there where thermals

play tricks here too

the heat speaks funny

in melted faces and places

you thought you could keep

all your things attached

to other things

there is a faint rot

of forgotten divine

a bloom-sweet hollow

emotional nostalgia

when you want

to remember

feeling something

besides pain

eventually, this too shall pass

as torn skin toughens

broken bones mend

with compression

ice often stems bleeding out

when you flow with letting go

you session comforts enough 

to throw away the keys

turn-caging hinges

doorway promising

and window kissing

binging on lotto rituals

in your guarded Olympia

all puckered up in prayer

narcissist tight as a drum

waiting for the crickets

to find you once had

a few things to say other than

where did my humanity go…

EJR ©