SUMMER A SEASON

Summer’s dry mouthing wind
Vented from the sea, weaves
Uneven patterns in wild grass
Soothing a troubled heart, my love
In different times and worlds
Tasseled seed tops, texture relief
Faded greens burn with yellow
Tatters of weeds rustle questions
Forming, conjectures to complete
A life. I wait, in the Park, what
Should I do? A heart full of words
The sun warms my fingers
Freeing music from my guitar
Finally bringing unity in sleep
Dreams define my next level, nouns
Objectifying this day’s decisions.
Above me, the Chapel’s white clock
Black arms move midst fixed symbols
The seasons roll to its towers chime
My years toll for whom I walk
To form His image in my countenance
Still not old yet, age and storm come
Hence boughs break; hearts are battered
Until they are unpacked with words.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    February 10, 2007
    Palmares, Costa Rica