‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𓆉       𝕴t is summer. you are still damp, and the
                            chlorine from the pool has set into your 
                            skin and hair. you lay down in the grass.
                            and  close  your  eyes.  the air is hot and
                            heavy. the skin at your hairline feels tight,
                            and  tomorrow  you  will  have  a  sunburn.


You open your eyes.   Endless blue, cicada songs burst out.


      There is no fear here,     you have done nothing wrong
      you  are  not  being  chased   by  some  nagging  terror.
      you could sleep inside this moment.       you could live
      inside this string of seconds.                   it would be fine.
      it would be good. you could heal,         if these minutes 
      had some place to nestle and burrow.             a place to 
      survive.                                                              open your eyes.