Summer, a season that I typically squander
Maybe not typically
But I’ve squandered a few
I fear the sunlight
It exposes
I burn in its light
At least a little
A couple times
Early in the season
But it’s the middle that I need a hand getting through
When the sun is always there
When it’s always “pleasant”
When winter is so far away
It’s why I cannot return to California
At least not in the summer
I need to be on the tilt
Away from the sun
Toward the ice
From time to time
Regularly
Without a cadence that I could count
But perhaps it’s a seasonal thing
Maybe I just don’t like to be seen
And when it would be absurd to bundle up
I’m exposed
To the sunlight
And the other I’s
Even in the shade
For everyone is out in the sun
To cherish the beautiful summer day
And I’m wondering
How far I need to go
To disappear again
Without staying inside
For the inside is certainly not the place to be
It’s a disaster inside
Everything cannot stop
Even when I don’t feel I can go
So I keep going
With my fingers crossed
For the fall into autumn
When my eyes are in the clear
Roman Ryan 