Summer Begins

Summer begins today.

What shall I do with it?

I can look over my shoulder

And call to mind what I cannot do

Whether from the basic necessities

I must have and nothing more

Or the loss of my health and strength

Or just the pain of accumulated years

Yet I have my dreams, my visions,

That can carry me across the sky

In a chariot with flaming horses

Or gather starfish at the seashore

I can go within to a quiet place

Where only I can sit high above a waterfall

And dive into the clear, crisp pond below

I can see colors that are only found in Heaven

I can discourse with the greatest minds of all time

I can climb mountains, traverse deserts,

Visit the marketplace of Marrakech

And be home for dinner.

My summer shall be a busy one, I think.