On A Bench

There’s some shade along the way

Cicadas ringing through the trees

They call to each other in turn

Heat of the day is still in the air

Feel it in my nostrils

It blows it’s hot breath into me

Push my body through it

Tension is relief

A bench in the shade along the way

See the wind blowing

But I don’t feel cooled or comforted

Don’t feel anything at all

Dad was supposed to be here

But mom couldn’t let him go

I didn’t argue

If you sit anywhere long enough

Ants will find your toes