lying in the sunshine
the decks move beneath
in waves, like waves that ripple the surface
of skin that flows endless

squinty bleary eye
the book is overturned, its pages
bleed into the flow, into the flow
onto the stained deck

the plop of the slap
made on the surface of the rippling skin
the startling sounds soothe
and so soon, too soon dissipates

but i sit in the classroom
the scream of the cooling unit
the kicking of feet
dreaming, always dreaming,

of hot summer days.

--Cecilia Lim
15.09.06