The sun is overhead
working in glory.
My patio turns warm
unable to sit anymore
I go to the parlour, switch
the fan brings relief initially
soon the circulation becomes hot
as the humidity persists
making the place horrible.
Going further interior
I relax on the couch
switch on the aircon
doze off once it is cool.
Lasting for twenty minutes
the power from the grid
encounters a snap, heat
rushes in from nowhere.
Rising I walk to the patio
to breathe fresh air,
Back to where I started
completing a full circle.
Meenas Poems 