I finally got home with some plums and some peaches and some Valencia oranges, but I forgot the get the mango I intended to buy, and there were no decent melons available at reasonable prices, so I'll be eating more sandwiches than I intended to eat this week. I'm glad the shopping is over, anyway.
The heat does not abate, and Tuesday's forecast high has been increased to 109 degrees, while Thursday is now expected to get up to 106. Hell Week threatens to grow still more Hellish, and it keeps getting longer. I now begin to fear that it might turn into Hell Month. July has never been my favorite time of year, but this July looms like a flock of vultures circling a carcass. I suspect that the carcass might turn out to be mine.
I feel the heat rising from the computer. I want it off now.
Sunday Verse
Recovering
by Muriel Rukeyser
Dream of the world
speaking to me.
The dream of the dead
acted out in me.
The fathers shouting
across their blue gulf.
A storm in each word,
an incomplete universe.
Lightning in brain,
slow-time recovery.
In the light of October
things emerge clear.
The force of looking
returns to my eyes.
Darkness arrives
splitting the mind open.
Something again
is beginning to be born.
A dance is
dancing me.
I wake in the dark.
