Forced breathing space

All that busyness of weeks

was it done in love

Then it was worth it

 Summer

no pause in the flow

of all kinds of upshots

Trying to take all in

that life has happened at me

lately

Where's my chair

 There's a whole layer of people

who live close to the mountains

Their word for "friend" is

I'll stand in for you when death comes

Imagine how they love

What's that smell, you ask?

That's me

burning out

What is Tiramisu without coffee

such a rare aroma around here

Exhale, don't miss a note

Tabula rasa

when the heat separates

from the light

before the water boils

and the letter month

still awaits its stars

All I want is tactile pleasure

Walls, words, skin

mountain faces, snacks

ideas, music, books

Forever hooked

to their texture

Skateboard wheels on pavement

עושים

חיים

Once a year

every summer

my breath stretches out

in desire

to learn a new dance

Tango

Woke up extra early

to do extra nothing

and listen to bird bells

christen the lands again

How did this bug get in here?

 Curiously watching myself

picking from have-to-do

and want-to

Summers are wild

Joy, happiness, pleasure

delight, enjoyment, fun

are written into many religions

as your daily responsibility

Go answer the call of

rejoicing, ignoramuses

Through her touch

the Universe feels to me

trust

And I relax

Life flows

One day

his arms

will show me more

I'll wait