Heat

In the heat,

I can’t move.

Every effort is felt,

And  pushes against the tangible

Weight of the air.

Nothing has changed,

I am the same,

But the heat presses

My breath from me,

And offends my lungs.

With the smatterings of 

Remembrance -

Of coolness;

Sea air, autumn morning,

The spring rain,

A walk at dawn.