I heard

that today

is Lammas:

peak summer.

I knew

and did not

that the abundant

crux of the season

was washing over me

with its fresh

transitional clarity

as I bounded

joyfully

reverently

into the waves

who insatiably

held me and helped

me to dance

in holy play:

the water

wild and home.

I had felt the gears

slip

when I greeted

the yellow

waxing crescent

last night.

‘I am sure

glad to see you’

I told her

whilst she winked

through the boughs

of cedar,

cresting her merry way

over the mountaintops.

The joy

has not abated:

my lips and heart

ripe

like the olives

burgeoning in

the heat.

Monday 1^st August 2022