Early afternoon soon and the heat's on my face in
a space where I feel the pace move free from me.
July, a reply to that March winter five from now.
Like a hand with fingers outstretched to show the
distance from your littlest finger and your thumb
Summer has come.

Begin with your toe and move every joint slow
and as you relax you remember you are alive
Strive for this awareness while awake take time
in rhyme for your mind must move too anew in bliss
the next second will not be the same as this.

Despite the race track the cat arches its back
and takes a steady mental note of where he's been.
I am not that cat but I must become one, in sum,
I trust time to teach the answers I need to be
free like the sea where no man swims.