Melting

I am melting, dissolving into the rainbow colored waters that run along the curb, making their way to the river. The world around me is changing, my neighborhood, my neighbors, my life, losing definition. Hours run into days which run into months. I wait. I try to move and melt in the heat of the summer.

I try to just Be. I am present. Then the melting stops. And I see clearly the stillness of my life.