Heat Wave in Maine

I wake to the sun that's smothered by a sheet

Of clouds that linger grey with the threat of rain.

The air is cooler, less oppressive than

The hot and muggy night I seldom slept.

I hope this wave of heat be ending soon;

As far up north I'm 'legally' allowed

To roam, and Maine's not spared this brutal burn;

So wicked a summer, many more to come.

Extend and curl my toes and fingers, stretch

My body far as possibly I can,

Then, sink myself upon my sleeping bag

Beneath that keeps my form afloat and safe.

Above, a tarp just purchase, bristling pines, 

And dreary sky; I dread the days to come,

But now, in this untethered moment, time

That's fading quick, existence feels alright.