Summer of 2018

It's warm, warmer than warm, hotter than hot

my house's my shadow, under siege by an all

day long, undisturbed, cold and heartless glow

and yet...

my house's my house, it's loyal to me and

it will resist, won't give up its cool shield

protecting me from a power laying siege to it, 

day by day

and it will evade its reign and I ask myself

how much of life will be left after such a day

and then this heat calls it a day and leaves it up

to the night to come and give us a breather for a change

and yet.. 

the heat it knows, it knows what's been left behind

will still be hot enough to stay away from and hide

and I, I rise from my shadow into a new one, "the night'

it is then, I hear nature calling for me, she's thirsty

as she is ev'ry night and I, I bear her water, and more an more water

refreshing her thirst, 'cause she relies on me to pull her through

as long as it takes even if it seems in vain

(c) JR. 2018