Is the street,
In bright sunlight,
Stifling heat.
Undulating
Is the ocean,
And the sand
In one fluid combination
Of a million movements
Over and
Over they dance.
Undulating
Is the motion behind the hissing
In the tall lines of
Wheat grass
Behind my grandmother’s house
In the summertime
How much longer
Can I make believe?
Day in and
Day out
Theories to provide
Comfort
In perfect mornings
Love should be like
A perfect morning
Infinite calm
Immersion in
Dim light
Now
Is when the make believe
Halts
And I look
Behind me
Expecting to catch
A glimpse
Of someone
Creeping away
Into the evanescent night
