
In the summer
the spirals
of my mind
drift
differently.
They linger
longer --
causing
the haze
to steady
instead of
dissipate.
I wander
throughout
the busyness
of the season
remaining with
my mouth at
the surface
my body
underneath
the waves.
“I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” – Joan Didion

In the summer
the spirals
of my mind
drift
differently.
They linger
longer --
causing
the haze
to steady
instead of
dissipate.
I wander
throughout
the busyness
of the season
remaining with
my mouth at
the surface
my body
underneath
the waves.