This balmy evening, begging for release
The build up of humidity
All day

The need to touch
And be touched
To share sweat…

And the rest.

Pregnant clouds,
Have gathered for hours,
Supplying a few
And then stopping…

Does the relief come?
I can make that happen

But tonight
I don’t want to.
It’s not the relief I’m seeking

So I shall sit.
The tears that occasionally pinprick my eyes
In competition
With those teasing raindrops

That fall intermittently
But wisely, perhaps
Will never let themselves flow.

– Judi Reed, 2015