Sit down,
Don’t move around,
Find your inner quiet.
The house will wait,
the dishes will wait,
Calm yourself,
and listen.
Hear the cicadas in the trees,
their sizzle that builds to a crescendo,
They make the sound of a rainmaker
in a musician’s hands,
Feel the air circulate,
hear the sounds,
Avoid the sun,
but know it is there.
Drink lots of water,
Replenish what is lost,
Experience the heat
of 100 degrees,
Soon, the machine will run again,
its cool air will blow from out the vent,
Windows will close you off to the world,
You will no longer be part of this universe.
cfblack 06-21-15, written as our air conditioner broke down in 102-degree South Carolina summer heat.