The longest day
of the quarantine year,
still we reel from that
contagious spring.
Heat rises off of every
sizzling surface, hours
crawl as if to conserve
spent calories. Does
Earth turn or did it
take an early evening
nod? Sun holds us
in our orbits lest
we spin into oblivion,
parched of thirst
and raw with entropy.
Trajectories all garbled 
on smoking radar screens.
This already, two hours in,
a summer like we’ve never seen.
We hold these truths to be
self evident, but in stasis
do our lives now cling.