SUMMER SCENE, A POEM

[mandala used by permission: Zodiac Arts]

Just a simple short poem today. The heat wave we’ve been in reminded me of it.

The scene described was during a work commute in the middle of a heat wave 16 years ago. Walking into a subway station during the summer can be like walking into a brick wall. Especially after a day of work in an overly air-conditioned office. I am so glad to be out of that, being retired now. I still have to cope with the heat at home, but at least I’m in my home space and on my own schedule.

Back then as I anchored my own hair up, I remember thinking that the other two women looked very placid for such a hot and stressful situation, very like the High Priestess card in the Tarot, one of whose traditional meanings is intuition. I also briefly wondered what their musings and intuitings were about; mine were on the Tarot.

SUMMER SCENE

We wait, and wait.
The train platform steamy and crowded,
and oddly quiet.

Then one, two, three women,
strangers to each other,
each in her own time
lifts her long hair off her sticky neck
and twists, wraps, anchors
her tresses in an artful bower
with only her fingers
to guide her:

all this deft weaving
at the back of the mind.

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Resource: Poem of the Week, international poetry, with archives of previous poems of the week.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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