Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

The breeze is soft at the momentand the previous rain made it easyfor the sunrise to take placewithout the usual humiditywhich has been with usfor the last few days. The heat is more like an analogy or at least to me, I use the heat as a symbol or moreI use this as a metaphor that represents the tension between us, thick, like a blanket when the humidity is too muchand intense enough to be cut with a knife and sliced like the fat from a calf at the slaughterhouse. The heat can be pretty wildI assumeAnd so can the beef between usintense as hell itselfat times. But ah, the sun and the momentary minute of hopefulness.I thank you. Wednesday morning, midweek,and for all intents and purposes,I am one step closer to something.Or, so I hope.I am an inch closer to an answerand another step closer to something bigger.Or, so I pray. I have no plans at the moment.Or better yet, I have no plansother than the plans that my day has for me,which are nothing morethan the consecutive list of chores…