The summer of ‘22 —
A clearly punctuated gift of time.
A chance to remember life more vividly;
Come September, different from June.
Hopefully more refreshed or experienced,
at least saltier.
Endless magic at the Zoo at night.
Diving boards at the local pool, Sandlot style.
Bonnie Raitt and flies in the kitchen.
Rising Appalachia in the redwoods.
“Live your life time” at home.
Dog days coalescing with covid fevers.
A treasure hunt birthday to start and
an ice cream truck one to end.
Despite lots of activity —
the summer activity list still hangs in dismay.
Feeling like the days were up eaten by —
after breakfast snack
afternoon “we’re sooo hungry” snack
Bedtime pb&j and bravery water
I wonder if all summer dreams are meant to be fulfilled or
to float wistfully around as unreachable promises;
seeding hope for next year or
even the one after.