The wave of heat is back, and the grocery shopping trip had to be put off until tomorrow so I'll be going to the stores in the scorching sun. I'll be spending less than I'd expected, too, because the router blew a hole in the budget. But I'm not going to think about all that. I'm going to eat something and then go out and sniff the last of the white jasmine blossoms because by tomorrow night they will probably all be brown. But there it is. The days get shorter now and eventually get cooler, and I'll be glad when they do.
And I hope the new router outlasts the old one.
A Good Day
by Norman MacCaig
Sun-stunned the water; trees hold their breath.
The bracken smell is six-foot deep
And never stirs. I feel green crumbs of heather
Crawling on cheekbones.....Stillness but not sleep.
A heron, folded round himself,
Stands in the ebb, as I in mine.
I feel my world beneath me, like his, shelving
To darker depths of dark and bitter brine.
Suddenly round the cliff face bolt
Pigeon and falcon - they tear the air
And are gone in it. And the day stands, without motion,
As though nothing had drawn that savage blue stroke there.
What has been wounded? Only false
Images. Nothing can betray
Wise heron, shattering light or breathless alder
Or water slipping soundlessly away.