Poem-A-Day: Day 200 (Bi-Centennial)

Swirling Tornado Moments

I couldn’t figure it out,
the heat,
the blinding, oppressive heat;
swirling tornadoes
massaging the cerebral moments
that I spend crouched
and huddled over those same moments,
the heat,
the blinding, cerebral moments
that I spend crouched
with the oppressive heat,
the swirling tornadoes massaging
the moments that I spend huddled,
crouching over the oppressive moments,
the heat swirling cerebral,
blinding moments,
blinding cerebral heat
that is huddled over,
crouched oppressive over,
massaging the heat I couldn’t figure out,
the heat,
with the oppressive heat,
I couldn’t figure it out,
but as it turns out,
the heat,
the oppressive blinding heat,
was just a lack of swirling tornadoes.