Heat Wave
Sept 8 2023
The night stayed hot.
Thick stale air
was trapped between the superheated ground
that had been baking for days,
and a low ceiling of cloud
that seemed stranded there,
as if, like me
it was too drained to move.
No relief
and nowhere to escape.
The cool nights
that had always rescued us
from the scorchers, and heat waves
and long summer days
never came;
we sweated blood,
lying exhausted in our beds
taking rapid shallow breaths.
Like an earthquake,
where the solid ground
we've always counted on
threatens to swallow us whole,
I felt betrayed.
As if Mother Nature
had turned on us
for paving over her world,
and living
with reckless abandon
our small luxurious lives.
Because after the ground under your feet
shifts and trembles and breaks
it feels as nothing
can be counted on again.
Instead of merciful cold
death by heat;
just like the Hell
we always imagined.
Betrayed.
Not by nature
but by ourselves.
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