Adrienne Anne Clark
when the air looms heavy
The distant noise of busy streets
and footsteps of hurrying people
sounding solitary on the hot pavement.
Heavy air makes us gasp for more;
when we breathe it seems we breathe water.
Distant breezes blowing in, now
and then piercing the stagnant air of our
Moistened brows and shining noses
reveal the temperature of our
Minutes, as hours, drift slowly by, promoting
sleep and cooling dreams.
We sit with eyes wide open, yet unseeing
dreaming while awake.
Hearing yawns about our ears
break the sweetness of our dreams—