summer soaked

in the throes of summer full of
red suns and drenching rain
rainy benches and sandy toes
ripe berries I'm afraid to crush
between teeth for fear of squeezing out
the life but, oh, sweet joy on my tongue
this day full of promise and
projects and new life bursting, sprouting
everywhere like garden weeds filling all the space
I savour and allow to simmer
this long, slow day and soak in it
and soak...it...in...
to gather and guard
and release and give back as praise