Crisp and Crazy

Georgia Iris Szawaryn

After months of chaos,

weeks of torture,

days as long as years,

years as short as minutes,

it has come.

The season of sanity,

the air cool as a cucumber,

not the dragon’s breath

we melted in all day long.

I can feel the change coming,

the calm before the storm.

I hope this time lasts

a good long while

because I hate being stuck

in time like I’ve been

for the past six millennia.

I can stand life now,

with the ability to enjoy

moments like this.

It will keep me level

for a while, I hope.

I must take advantage of this

before the lakes freeze over,

the ground becomes grey

and dead,

before everything dies

with my soul.