My 2 Cent Soapbox: Dreary Lazy Days of Summer

My 2 Cent Soapbox: Dreary Lazy Days of Summer: Dreary Lazy Days of Summer Today's summer days stretch like cats and drop back to sleep There's no cadence to these timeless days...

Summer Daze

Today's summer days stretch like cats and drop back to sleep
There's no cadence to these timeless days
Just a meandering of starving, stray dogs across the calendar,
looking for scraps of fun, something to be done.

Gone are the glory days of 80's play when hours spent themselves.
Time was measured in street lights back then.
Now time is marked in red ink on a desert-ed white organizer.
It's day-camped out and bought online, our scheduled summer time.

I once summered with fellow two-wheeled travelers
or scaled structures designed to scrap and bruise the skin.
I wore my wounds like merit badges, or a membership
to the skinned knee society of the climbed and conquered tree.

Now, I inhabit Mars with a crew of three, my kids and me.
Shuffling around home base, checking monitors to connected space.
No signs of life roam outside these double-insulated walls.
The terrain's been deemed too hostile to sustain children's games.

For our health, we stay Zip-locked and stranger-danger safe
behind bolted doors and on the couch or on a chair
summers spent upholstering our backside and cushioned bellies
lazy cats who go no where, too bored to care, too scared to dare.