I need to sleep in the heat.
Beyond childhood
Fully grown
When the heat was too much
I would crawl out
My bedroom window
Onto the gabled porch.
I would sit there
Like a griffen
On my haunches
Under the eaves
Waiting for the cool
But loving the heat
Waiting forever —
A griffen gone hunting for a bat.
The bat, of course
Was never to be seen
But that did lessen my love of the heat.