Between A Blowtorch And An Icicle

The heat from a welcoming sun
Saps your energy.
Its rays of illumination wrap
Around you in an embrace
That makes you exhausted.
The sun slows the day
By keeping you pressed
Against its chest, rocking
You back and forth as
Earth continues its orbit.
Your motivation evaporates
With your sweat; the day
Is spent escaping the heat
By finding shade and drinking fluids. 

This is different from the cold,
Which sucks out your soul
And de-evolves your mind
To primitive thoughts–
Focusing solely on the hunt
For warmth and food and sex.

We live these days searching
For comfort from the extreme.
We find it in each other. 

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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