Where Sweat Marks The Spot
Trial And Error
I write with passion as I feel the sweat drip down the front of my face
The window open and no breeze to be found
With the temperature rising I reach for a glass of ice cold water to refresh my spirit
My words are dry and my thoughts our stuck on what it is like to be tough
To carry on when things don't go easy
To rub my face and think cool thoughts just isn't enough
I can feel my heart beat slow and my shirt clinging to my chest
I think of last week when the weather was cool and what little hair I have blew in the wind
Smiling as I did and laughing was easy
I could write with direction and purpose
Now I lose my train of thought and if I am not careful I will soon be derailed
Smashed to pieces and beyond repair
As I look at my cat she has found refuge on the floor
Laying near the door
She looks at me with wide eyes and wonder
If she could talk she would probably say come here next to me
Where it is cooler and you can rest
I watched her lay on a damp bath towel
That I had tossed on the floor when I came out of the shower
All happy as she rolled from side to side
Now I type with my fingers sticking to the keys
It has to be 97 degrees and climbing
I must concentrate and focus on one thought
As I clear my thoat like it had a knot
I lean against the pillow that I have tucked inbetween me and my chair
For back support now sliding beneath my seat
I feel it is also trying to escape and make a clean get away
For today is the most humid and unbearable to stay
I remember times of swimming in the neighbors pool
When the water was icy cold and even frigid
My body had chills going up and down my spine
Goose pumps from head to toe
Ahh what I would give to be there now
I rub my eyes as they become blurry and weary of any good thought
I will stop and call my mother before it is too late
We will share stories of our day
Then and only then will I have found a new meaning to joy that takes me away
To a better life when I was more comfortable and happy
Like two children playing with a garden hose all soaking wet
We giggle and laugh out loud where only pleasure is our purpose