Into the Wild

The heat wave comes and builds, it undulates across the island and mauls the senses. We escape for a brief moment's respite, dive in cool waters off strangers' docks, eat hamburgers on suburbian patios, nothing you wish was yours when the weekend passes. A bride and groom arrive on the island, the entire wedding melts under the Central Park sun but damn if it isn't the most beautiful place on earth. A feeling gnaws at you all week, in every silent space it appears, causes you to shift uneasily before moving on into the next distraction. I sat in a crowded theater tonight and watched a mess of hair sing  more feeling than I have allowed myself to know in ages.

there has to be something more
to life
than this