Today bore the kind of soul-sucking heat that
Had me trying to find the ball park figure
For central air conditioning.
We're talking Yankee Stadium dollars
And that's a pipe dream at best as I'm
Strictly minor league.
Have to deal instead with sweaty clothes
And extra heaping helpings of the usual no energy Reminded me of way back in the day
India in the hot season
Where the coolest clothes you bring from home
Are like being covered in 10 tapestries.
In the end I get clothes locally made
Barely there material for the heat. Everywhere I look I see lizards on the walls and ceilings
Occasionally on the floor.
Bunch of people meditating nobly and full of grace
On the marble floor of the open-air covered hall. A kriya overtakes one woman and her head falls
Backwards onto her neck, mouth open.
At that same moment, a lizard's toe pads
Silently detach from the roof overhead and it
Plummets downward toward the bulls eye target An open mouth now full of green lizard scrambling to get away
Amid coughing and yelping, until finally
It's free