Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte


on June 14, 2017

My AC is broken, not cycling cool air
On this monstrously hot day
Sweat doesn’t cool but reminds me
I’ve a talent to reclaim

Long hot southern summers
With no air conditioning.
A back yard with pecan trees
Taught me how to catch breezes.

I sat by a window not moving a muscle
Getting lost in book-reading
Words were my magic carpet
Fanning  air as it flew.

Today by my window
Oak tree leaves transport me
A slight wind brings coolness
Settling round my feet.

10 responses to “Recycling

  1. I love this Ina, the way you transition from the technological solution to the natural one and all the memories that accompany it.

  2. I used to do that…thanks for the memories!

  3. Victo Dolore says:

    Acclimation is a double edge sword. May you get the unit fixed pronto! Loved the poem! 🙂

  4. Christy B says:

    The descriptions here are swirling around me like the wind… Beautiful xx

  5. delightful to read and remember

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