When my eyes shut I get to see

The prickling heat from the unrelenting sun 

And the ethereal tang of the seafoam breeze

Or a purity of joy to make me  run

Forever down the pavement and up escalators free.

 

Like the icy ground, I halt

Sliding weightless in grace

Perhaps no one’s at fault

And there are no consequences to face 

Against time’s hand through it all;

It’s life’s choice to be an unceasing race!

But to be free of its beck and call

I relish in a magnificent chase.

 

I was lucky in the summertime, 

Granted some calm and even more;

breaks from the climb

and daily chore,

Almost forgetting the school bells chime

And monotonic bore. 

 

Checkmate.

 

Home, be it a place, person or feeling in times of need

Solely represents an emotional creed 

When the days freeze, so do your deeds

Swept aside into time’s stalks and reeds.