In The Meantime

the cool air of mornings surround the body

like a sweater on a winter night but these

mornings are summer induced and the only

creatures venturing out of their homes are

the birds, squirrels, and rabbits whose fluffy

tails draw unwarranted attention for the felines

who prey upon their innocence...  we are the

creatures of habit and recourse, planning and

distribution and rule with impeccable style

when we want to be seen...  in the meantime,

we remain inside, sheltered away from it all

as if we were too fragile a thing to come out

and play for a while... the leaves on the trees

and bushes bend upwards indicating more

rain will fall from the sky or at least that is 

where we perceive it to originate  from our

logical perspectives but who knows...  what

kind of life this is or what kind of reality,

since we can prove neither exists in any sort of 

definitive way as to be believed by everyone,

but all life comes to an end one way or another,

although some believe there is another one.

19 July 2022