Heat Waves

A Poem by Modern Dilemma

Sitting on the back porch, feeling a bit like steamed broccoli. The hot, humid weather is seeping into my pores and washing away toxins, worries, and all traces of motivation.

On a day like this the speed of modern life, multitasking, rushing from one place to the next �" those things become mere concepts, impossibilities that echo down the corridors of my mind.

I wonder why they seemed so important yesterday.