july ends

what a month
so hot
so muggy
july
wishing for cool weather
like my soul
hot
restless
soul of thunder
heart of lightning
no rain
wind
easy blowing cool
wanting to break out of this cloud
of unknowing
this is not
weathering the storm
this is wishing the storm
to be
a cracking seige
on the bastion
on the walls
of
this aching
constant
holiday
these walls
hold us up
we hold the tools
to keep them
the
sons and daughters
of life
have stirred here
generations have passed
visitors
stewards
caretakers
the paint peels
the rough edges show
as the gods
hold court
and
we wait for the
nourishing storm
to break
into
clean fresh air
clearing the heavy
world of worry
i sit
in the center
a deep
well
mouldy and dank
coughing dark dreams
and yet
and yet
i know
the clouds will crack
the air will clear
as i sit in this darkness
this unknowing
that light and clarity
as bright as this is
smothering
lies waiting
it will
shine
in it's
own
time