CXXXII: The Seven Days of August: vi

A shade beneath a tree: oasis, kind.

A breeze does more than anyone would think.

But better than both these reliefs we find

if one can find an ice cold thing to drink.

We are, indeed, like drink ourselves, you know.

To hot, and we are not, too cold, we fold.

But kept just right, at temperatures that flow,

we keep our fragile state—our shape we hold.

That’s hard indeed to do outside these days,

especially for quite extended stays.

But sometimes healers find us in the ways

and bring us ice cold drink within the blaze.

My soul exults their kindly potion, fey:

the mediator of the month today.