The delicate heat
Touches my skin;
I feel it like a duvet on my crossed legs.
Inside my heart,
nothing is moving.
Yet, a dim sinking feeling lingers.
The day carries on,
I observe: cars, people, birds..
A hawk flies overhead,
Its keen vision seeking me.
A family over dressed for this Sunday’s heat gently walks past.
I am sweating for them.
Perspiration camouflages my tears;
swimming down the edge of my cheeks.
Amazing how the world continues to move…
As mine has stopped this instant..
Allowing the noise to echo.
I’m in a canyon.
A bubble has formed over my body
I feel it glistening, reflecting, deflecting.
My armor is set.
Inside my trench…
I am ready for battle.