a blessing for the summer we actually had

The long sunset of summer is beginning. 

Schedules around the corner. A chance to be alone for once.

The light panic of not-readiness. 

(Wait. Did I actually devour a “beach read?” Did I see a beach?)

So please, God, make every moment today 

count twice.

Every pint of blueberries and patch of shade. 

The smell of sunscreen and sweat. 

The obscene volume of watermelon that can be humanly consumed.

Give me rest I almost missed. 

Patience for the sorrows that came without my permission. 

Keep every possible small joy, 

waiting there for me, 

to join the summer I actually had.