Heat starts to die down: August 28-September 1

A poem

I know how morning

can be mistaken for dusk.

In warm golden light

we think we know

ourselves entirely.

We only begin to know

ourselves entirely when

we have nothing to gain

but wild trust

in the way you find yourself

in the way you hold yourself

when the heat dies down

when one season lingers

before another begins.

I began a new living

when I reached this Selah:

I learned three truths:

My body carried my dreams.

My dreams came from somewhere else.

I give myself over to my dreams —

as my dreams are inevitable.