When stars arrive

by Kevin T McEneaney

When it’s too darn hot to do anything,

even think about what could, should, be done,

then one might doze off in the brutal heat,

only to awake ten minutes later

bathed in sour, sticky aura of sweat.

Humidity reduces one’s pulse and brain

to the level of a cranky monkey

drowning in luxurious self-pity.

Even the chanticleer chimes bead with sweat.

Yet when sunset and cooling breeze arrives,

a cold glass of wine or pink lemonade 

will revive heart and brain into wonder,

wonder about the life of birds, insects,

and memories of childhood, star-lit skies.

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and other books