I make peace with this heat
feet in the creek and a

promise of ice cream.
Nothing more complicated than

sandwiches and chips and
ice-cold pops in the Igloo

tucked in shade under the picnic table.
Nothing to think about until tomorrow

just me, cool water, a background of birds,
these humans I made who grow faster

than my mind registers most days
splashing and laughing at the dog

who herds ripples running downstream
all of us entranced by the way

sun sparkles across its surface
the most beautiful feeling flowing

right along the current.