The Garden

Its' succulent vegetation

A relief from the sun

But not the heavy heat

Your cloths adhere

To your skin

Suffocating

In there restriction

Realizing the place is empty

You decide there is no need

For your garments

Tired you lay

Sprawled on the bench for a rest

Sleeping

you are unaware

As the sweat pools on your' glistening body,

crystalline puddles form in its natural pockets

sparkling rivulets trickle through its crevices

gathering salty moisture

animals arrive

to quench their thirst

with licks

their tongues' caress

you are awakened

CALDER WOLFE