Cool it

You can feel the weight 
Of the air, its hot breath
On your elbow, on your
Knee. Its heavy pressure
Slows every step you take.
Even your mind objects
To a physical oppression
So early in your day. Act
As if you could shake it
Off. Take your walk back.
It's only air and you have
Your own atmosphere. It
Is where you thrive, live,
Love. The weight of the
Heat is nothing to the
Power in your heart, in
Your head. You, you're 
Cool. Like the proverbial
Ice cube, like a cucumber.