As for me, I'm offering up two this week. The first speaks to those worries I'm prone to have: far-fetched and long-reaching ones about the kids. I really do need to accept Que Sera, Sera as my official personal motto. [Fat chance, that.]
The second is far lighter. The searing heat, the overly long days and the weight of summer air bring to mind past summers. Distant summers, really. Dangerous, they were, but oh what fun.
Striving to quiet
racing thoughts and fears and pain.
Hopes run unchallenged.
Long days of fire
conjure up the past within.
Youth is best misspent.
Now, go think good thoughts.