The Summer's Heat

The Summer's Heat –Rendo 07-2010

I lie upon my bed,

with my eyes closed.

I can hear

the leaves outside my window

reposition themselves,

as they brace against

a sudden, hot, breeze.

The ceiling fan above me

lip-lops in whining rhythm,

like a miniature helicopter

searching for a place to land.

My breathing has nearly stopped;

and I am too tired to even open my eyes.

But,

I am forced to move

in order to find a pen and paper

on which, to now record memories

of this summer's burning heat.

The air stifles my breath.

With an intermittent breeze,

the door lock clicks against its casing,

as if someone has just left my

room.

As I slowly come back to life,

I slide my legs over the edge of the bed

and sit upright.

The dog pushes open the bedroom door

and rubs against my leg.

Her collar licenses clink with familiar sound,

as if they were reminding me

that it is time for a snack.

Together,

we head off towards the kitchen

for tea and biscuits.