At least a welcome distraction 
From turbulent hot air rising
Cool, clearness of blue
Hiding under icicle-tips
Like eyes peering into
Shared hope of memory 
Cut short too soon

At most an emotional roller-coaster 
Sneak into the line-up 
Hiding in plain sight
Smiling Cheshire-like
Secure fastenings
Allowing arms raised
To the sky
Riding the highs
Stomach drops on falling
Imagining hand to hold

At last pleasant thoughts
Rouse me each morning 
Volumes of novellas
Unfolding