|Grandson and me, enjoying pool time.|
The world's gone crazy.
Instead of revolving around the sun,
it now twirls in circles towards it.
Everything ends, they say.
I watch the egg cook slowly on the concrete
as visible fumes rise above it.
It's the newest way of conserving energy.
Not the earth's, mine.
Too hot to cook like the old days
when TV shows encouraged
mixing, stirring, shaking.
Nowadays, movement kills
because we're all frying,
our brains melting,
our bodies d(r)ying.
Nothing is cool anymore
except maybe some memories
Involuntarily I turn towards the sun.
Fear filters through me
as I see light filter through the window.
For a moment, I'm stunned.
Am I awake or not?
Gradually I think I know where I am.
I recognize the room, the bed, the stillness
in the house.
Realizing this early morn
I'm the first one up,
I decide to dip alone,
enjoy the pool of solitary fun.
I descend into the water
expecting a shock of cold.
Instead, I feel
like a vegetable transformed.
The water's soupy warm.
I smile, resign to thank it's perfection.
It's simply hot in Phoenix.
I don't look up,
the dawn is finished.
The sun burns,
the earth moves
(Submitted to Dverse Poets where Claudia prompts us to write about summer heat, mirages, dreams etc.)