This is a quadrille written for dVerse. Many thanks to Grace and all and happy 8th year!
In winter I longed for sunshiny days
deck-sitting, book-reading days.
Yet, here the midst of summer
I’m indoors, clinging to the air conditioning
like life support, hating myself, my life
this period of transition, my mental, physical
world askew, obsessing
over irretrievable passing days.