The June bug

Dear god, help me to be less concerned.
Help me to be more involved.

Help me to focus on the flowers before me,
not too much on the mud.

Help me to see light, and amplify it;

or to leave the lights out, when obscurity is preferable.

Help me feel the softness of the black night
more often, see the flicker and awareness
of stars drawing nearer; remember

those old friends, the sea-goat and the jug.

Dear god, I hear your chimes
as breath upon the hot night air

sweat pricks along the ridges of my cheeks
the crickets are constant, now a white noise.

I’m so grateful for my sleeping boys.

 

 

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Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Zone of Emptiness, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎

7 thoughts on “The June bug

        1. Here it went from “hot” to damned hot; the unheated Intex pool was like a warm bath, and in the bedrooms we’re sleeping with sheets only and skylights tilted wide open. Cricket symphony

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