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