July 2, 2013


Our room
the tired pool
is not quite ready.
The clerk doesn't
seem to care,
since we're here 
so very early. 
In this heat, 
he remains unhurried.
They prepare for us
while we wait;
the maid doesn't know
who we are, only 
we won't be late.
We sit in sun-baked chairs,
the ice machine rumbling
its heavy warning.  
We're tired, and must 
always remember,
we've just arrived,
but are not 
yet there.