August 11, 2023 — Elizabeth Lerman’s “Outside sits still”

There is no air to be held by tonight – nothing to push you away, either. Outside sits still, stuck somewhere between seasons, and it’s not hot enough to have an opinion and not cold enough to crave anything else, so it is easier to just exist, to say nothing and sit still beside it. After so many seconds that seem to shake you and say, feel this and don’t forget it, there is a mundane mercy in moments not meant to be remembered.