Waiting For Water

Torrid heat is climbing
shimmered air stained windless
green leaves limp in breathlessness
gray branches drooping
humid air beading
on ice-cold curve of glinting glass
slow drops sparkling as they roll aimless
down a dark and sun-brewed sweetness
of waiting, tall iced tea.

Metal frame is burning,
deckchair long bereft of coolness
makes skin shrink from searing fierceness
before limbs lazing
in sunlight blazing
relax from sudden start of shock
and fall back into the boneless-ness
wrought by beating sun relentless
in empty summer sky.

Limp garden is wilting
impatient beneath the cloudlessness
of days grown dry with blue aridness
humidity sapping
every plant gasping
in a thirst for rainbow water
sprayed cool on fading leaves so luckless
in the grasp of days as rainless
as ancient desert sands.

Heated thoughts are lazing
through another summer day so endless
every overheated muscle’s tiredness
one more thing preventing
limbs from even moving
chair and ice-cold tea into the shadows
of the old walnut tree’s cool darkness
to await the coming welcomed wetness
of another summer storm.