Forces outside oneself
shift perspective
frustrate plans, even planning,
block recourse to one’s nature
as if one had to be someone else
something else
to endure, to exist
let alone thrive.
The cooling grace
of air conditioning
restricts one to its domain.
Unlike the contrast in winter
when entry into the outside cold
is mitigated by warm clothing
and by bodily heat,
no such equivalent conditions
of comfort can be achieved
in a heat wave,
even with recourse
to a breeze, shade,
a deep shadowed glade
or water to swim in
and an umbrella for retreat.
Inside one is left with half a world
in which to seek
the adventures of the mind
the esthetic hillocks and peaks
and the chasms of thought.
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