The turning of the ceiling fan
Clicks and stutters
In the heat of late summer
As the echoes of crickets
Welcome dawn
And the dogs lay panting
Upon the dusty porch morning
Where kittens cling to windowsill sun
It’s another day that’s arisen
Another day yet unwritten,
But another day, is just another one…
The heat of late summer and the
Ceiling fan singing and the sameness
Of the morning sun
How this heart longs to be happy
With the songs already being sung
But for this voice that tells it
That there’s more
Oh how I wish it would be done!
This longing is heavy and the pain
Is distracting
And the race to finish line- well I think
It’s already won
So let this hot summer morning
Welcome the crickets and the kittens
And leave peace behind
As my eyes look towards the heavens
To try to find answers within me
So this heart can endure