In the Summer of 2022

From flywichita.com

In the summer of 2022

I stood at the teetering edge of the continent

letting the rhythmic pulse of the Pacific sting my toes

while I considered

the simultaneous strangeness and familiarity

of life in 2022.

. . .

In the summer of 2022

I rummaged restlessly through the brown paper bags of my soul

looking for ruptures and torn places

hoping for healing and strength

listening to the ominous rustlings

of life in 2022.

. . .

In the summer of 2022

I stood in the towering heat of the central valley

feeling the dryness of my bones

while I lifted my eyes to the unmoving mountains

and whispered my petitions and pleas

for life in 2022.