The still summer sky is blue, clear blue,
The blue you imagine water to be as a child.
High above, a kite hangs. It’s effortless.
Swifts circle, our annual visitors making themselves at home.
Stupefied, nothing is moving here below.
We slowly melt upon our chairs and moan,
‘the heat!’ …Oh to dive into the blue.

Waiting for the heatwave to break and sleep to return.
(01.07.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Aron Schmitz on Unsplash