SUMMER OBSESSION  (inspiration by Arseny Tarkovsky)


And now summer has left
as if it never came at all.
It’s warm still where the sun falls.
But it’s not enough.

Whatever I wanted to happen
fell right into my hands
like a five-fingered leaf.
But it’s not enough.

The just and unjust
played their necessary part
and burned into light.
But it’s not enough.

Life tucked me behind its back
and shielded me from cuffs. 
I’ve had such good luck.
But it’s not enough.

My leaves have yet to blaze;
my branches have not yet broken. 
The day is clear as glass — 
but it’s not enough.