The smell of chicken wafts over the grill,
Blending with the puffy cloud afternoon.
The sweat of the bottle matches the thrill
Of not having anything to do soon.
A cool breeze feels good against my bare skin,
And I join it by rocking in my chair.
I watch the sun curve to the mountain rim
As it will soon become my only care.
I enjoy sharing this meal with loved ones
During the early part of the summer
Because I know how it is that time runs
Where there’s few moments we can number.
We must make the most of the ones we can
To live fully within our short life span.
John Collings 