todays heat is carried on the wind
a relentless, energy sapping nor' wester.
even the water beneath the trees lies listless,
the birds have given up flying
and only a noisy cricket bothers to sing.
it's snake sunning weather,
snakes and lizards warming their blood
under a yellow sun.
a procession of ants beats a tracks
across my kitchen sink.
perhaps they have found last nights left overs
their busy bodies have such chaotic purpose
like traffic on a freeway, they stream left and right
narrowly avoiding collision.
it's summer, a hot, Sydney summer,
a sweltering, dripping, beer drinking summer.
the beaches overflow with umbrellas, towels
and squealing children
and, at days end,
a long procession winds it's way
back to the suffocating furnaces
of sweltering streets with their little middle class boxes
neatly trimmed and wrapped with a saturday full
of house proud husbandry.
Perhaps a storming is brewing thunder behind the hills
that rise fence like marking the edge of the city's sprawl
Dark angry clouds bringing relief to the scortching concrete of
brick and tile suburban life.
it's summer here in Sydney
and we are hiding from the heat.