AIR CONDITIONING

Time has come.

In which we let ourselves

sojourn in this bubble of cool.

Outside the heavy lid of air

bogs down silence and sound,

sweat being the warp and woof of any ground.

 

So, we let hell stay

and take shelter in this mimicry of heaven.

Allow me this reflection

while the gaze of the hot haze

on the still lagoon

reminds so definitely, so soon,

 

of this inconstant stay.