Water and sweat and heaviness hung in the air
Palpable as a wool blanket.
With reckless abandon the sun punished us
For some unknown or forgotten wrong.
Blasting with a furnace heat
That clamped upon us with rough hands.
Every task ended in pools of exhaustion
Soaking shirts and backs and brows
Clinging dirt and thistles and dust
So that our skin would suffocate.
Futile curses filled the air aimed at
The unending uncomfortable haze each morning
The unbearable cauldron of torturous midday
And the unforgiving thickness of nighttime.
No respite for the weak or weary.
And somehow in the midst of a month
Dripping with a drowning saturation
Like swimming in a boiling pot,
You bloomed like any good flower
And placed a moment of beauty into the world.
God help me, I adore you.