The air, thick enough to cut like a cake

Mirages float through the air

And I am there, above the grass

Absorbing the sun, as its slow movement
Filtered through the coconut trees

Swaying in the every-so-often breeze

The sweat, as plentiful as grains of rice

Making the journey from the top of my head

Down my nose, to my toes

Laziness creeps over me

Covering me like a blanket

And I am drowning

Drowning

Drowning into sleep