the heavy summer blanket-
the sweltering-pulp of thick air
is-
that feral cat
on my deck,
rabbit-scared bolt
in our previous encounters
today?
strewn out
like bone-dry-baked seaweed
waiting for the salvation
of the tide
to revive

sure, I have been through summers, and I also lived in south Florida for a spell… but it is hard to describe how air can be heavy, where it hits you when you walk out the door in the morning like a literal barrier, and even at night, where just a simple breeze is revelation, and air conditioning is truly salvation, but if you have no means of shelter? or reprieve? you have no choice but to wait it out, all else becomes a distant thought.