Heat

Heat is too high

In the house, 

The metrics of the change,

Dew point

And humidity, the stillness

Of the wind I'm trying to beckon

If this front moves through,

All insufficient logic for the

Misery of the body.

Enervating and

A bit cruel,

Unci Maka is just

Responding;

She is who She eternally is.

It is hellishly hot 

Before the 

Sunset on

This mid-northern clime 

July day;

We have water,

Wildness of weather,

Weeds, and

Not too much sun,

Though I wonder

If this is how they'll feel

When I am gone, for it 

Is bearable.

I do see all the beauty, 

Reordering what looks

Like chaos into the paradigm

I see coming.

If I can just get to the 

Other side, I'll be able

To tell them.