Not yet

summer_caveThe thick-walled room’s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes
by saying*

entry is by invitation only
or the waft of a damp white hanky
surrender your body to stillness

Not yet, not now, behind this prelude
heat of the moment is passion spent
water laps the aftermath

Larks rise and the thrush at evensong
sense the speed of light long days
– it’s all written in the dawn chorus

Better that I repose in half light
parasoled and wilting by the sun dial
than submit again behind closed doors

Rooms are for night and other reasons
a cave mouth spits bats and darkness
an oroborous throat of ancestors

These past summers have flushed out youth
like game birds from the grass
we repine to shades when the time comes

*Opening stanza from “At Noon” by Reginald Gibbons as Walt @DVerse invites us to use another’s lines for a ‘Summer Starter