// In Control//
You, my brother, carry the weight
of this hot and heavy summer sun.
Relentlessly it pursues you;
or rather, the shadow you embody.
Yet it cannot seem to gain any ground.
Maybe it is your short stature,
such that it drapes painfully over your shoulders
only to find the workload on your back.
Wipe your brow, my brother.
At the top of that hill you will find
yourself standing taller than the sun.
Shade once longed for
must succumb to your boasting chest.
Breathe in deeply, my brother,
and bring relief to those who follow.