summer

it’s hot; too hot and yet 

the cold of winter crept

into my bones and settled 

muscles bones sinew tight;

the older I get 

the more I have to move 

the less I want to

why are my legs so cold

when the heat suffocates?

my own thinks

left to myself I

worked too fast

connecting dots completing puzzles 

logic patterns and finding 

things out of place 

but thought - think - too slow

when expressing verbally 

I need time to pull

the right words in the right order 

from the spatial cacophony hovering 

my own thinks just out of reach

impermanence

I have no spouse no

children few 

friends limited

family; 

slowly I erase public 

traces of existence