:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Saturday, June 07, 2003 ::

Summer

I sleep until 4 in the afternooon.
I walk around in my boxers for three hours, the laziness so think you could use it as a pillow.
The sun starts oozing out heat faster and more intensely, and watermelon comes into season (at least I think it does...)

And with the summer heat brings a wave of change.
A little quirk sputtering around inside me that
Is unlike anything I've had before,
But is strangely familiar and comforting.

And as I stare out over the silvery bay from my girlfriend's balcony,
I am absorbed by the shimmering blue-gree-silver view
That is laid out before me like a surreal picnic spread on a blanket of water.

One month has gone by, and as I dream, I find myself standing on a tree branch,
Hundreds of feet up, balancing precariously on the wooden bough.
And I find my footing more sturdy, more delicately placed
Than my unsure shuffling of a month ago.

Weary of slipping, weary of the branch breaking,
The mistrust of a new situation hampered my footing.
But after a month of exploration and internal battles,
I find myself stepping forward confidently,
And closing my eyes while I walk.

And as the cool summer-in-Berkeley- breeze rolls on through,
I smile,
Close my eyes,
And step forward.

:: Rick Kitagawa 1:41 PM [+] ::
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