It comes right from their bellies
that call to life on these dog days
When Summer gives all of herself
to the hot damp of evenings
and the just enough breeze that
gives cool moist on to your surfaces
Their tymbal drum
and drum
and drum
right from the gut of them
that place of feeling that sings
the days and nights to love
in their awaking from dirt
and bark on to the sea of grass
and leaves
Of the return to their song
in that drum
drum
drum
feel into the blue to midnight
Into the in-between of how
the vital brilliance of corals
purples, violets, and oranges
celebrate on the horizons edge
in the cadence of time
for the Earth’s roll
around the
Sun.
Expanding and contracting
their bellies for the long hot days
for us to know their song
in the short of summer heat
and the longing for
love to be found
in the
drum
drum
drum
