La Gloire De Mon Pere

cicadas heat cactus
sitting on warm rocks
remind me of this

fingering the olive
and the pepper corns
the habanara of provence
hums in my ears

making me whirr
with happiness
at the bluest sky
unrelenting and vast

whilst the lizard
the lizard
darts out from behind
a rock
looking at me unflinchingly
disturbed by my very loud
thoughts of you

i drown my face
in a bunch of wild rosemary
and tell myself
i will never write this