ON MOVING TO THE MIDWEST IN SUMMER
A distant cloud, with flashing light.
A soundless thunder, a sense of wonder.
Fireflies flirting; the sidewalk skirting.
The air hangs heavy, hot and wet;
I wipe away the beads of sweat.
The bugs are biting; a little frightening.
Imagining fairies riding fireflies,
In evening silence, their dance delighting.
For quite some time, I forget the biting.
Until I wake at 3 a.m.; the itching has begun again.
My long-gone mother comes to mind.
She prayed for me; her heart was kind.
So many changes; can’t keep track.
Need to recall– God’s got my back.
He comes to fill what I now lack.
Exhaustion is my current test;
In God I need to take my rest.
His plan for me must be the best.