The heat not yet risen.
The day new born was fresh and cool.
The sky was held in blue.
Few people on the street
as I walked to the allotment,
five minutes away.
Today is the day for a sun light fix
of vitamin D and exercise to secure
some density to the bones.
Bare armed delighting in the touch of dry air.
Earth anchored by unrestricted feet.
Watering was more than a pleasure -
it was a necessity.
The heat wave days had penetrated deeply,
leaving a thirst in the land.
The heat rose to burning.
Watering brought a dancing.
A singing to this spot - allotment 8B.
This hardly a dot in the greater scheme of things.
And I in my insignificance felt,
the morning had passed with a fullness,
that belongs to being human.
The Heat Had Not Yet Risen
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