The rhythm of summer

Everything is moving in the rhythm

of summer —

sound of wind chimes,

scent of privet,

transfixing flit of

not-quite-random insects,

play of light on spider webs,

crows in conversation —

There is something to learn from this,

something to take with me

from the unhurried connection of events,

the space between

that’s long enough for slack,

supple so it ripples smoothly.

Here where it’s too hot

for spiking urgency

or any worry,

things still progress

prodigiously,

with ample room

to take their perfect time.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 30, 2013