There’s jazz in the air, and the light is fading.
We’re amusing ourselves with summer pursuits;
reading and ignoring regularities. Lovely
laziness – lounging in luxury that would seem
like deprivation in any other month.
But this is July, and temperaments are well suited
to reckless abandonment of everything but the senses.
For June brought trials; tribulations of tenderness
that left deficits of joy –
the echoes of distress that come from death
in its several, (nagging) forms.
June saw travel, reunion, rebuttal and reflection;
always threatening to overwhelm.
And August anticipates
all that might be, much that shall be,
more that will refuse to be.
August is our ass-kicking
for abandoning ship in July – but
abandon, we must, for without this;
without silent, soulful nights
spent staring at the stars,
or deeply into my lover’s eyes,
our purpose would be lost; a soul, misplaced.
So July must come annually
when it’s least expected.
JR Lackie – July 12/10
The Ponds, Pictou County, NS