Where Summer is Hiding

Something came out of the mist today
from where the summer was hiding
 
taking the shape of your childhood,
playing impish tricks with light.

From where I stood, blinking, dumb,
shrouded in the clouds of adulthood

it was hard to be sure, and harder still
to know how to think or to act.

So I’m sorry to say, I stood for nothing,
walking your way, reaching for form,

knowing too, when the clouds get to you
you’ll remember where summer is hiding.