somewhere summer is a welcome sight.

somewhere summer is a welcome sight
where the air is transfixed by the flight
of fireflies and groves grow
thick with names of sturdy oak and
fragrant pine.

somewhere the word solstice was
invented
people live without moons
in mazes of pines and
underbrush.

new words are invented
to capture how sweeping
cold whiteness a sigh
is caught in mid-air;
how swans crane their
necks
to glimpse the passing sun.

here mosquitoes throw riddles
to the air
and bodies lie sprawled on concrete
and grass
there are no metaphors for
living --
the sun is a bright haze
for us peasant and workers. (we are the lucky ones living i our own detached space uncalloused, pure, with leisure enough to dream and reasons always to be dissatisfied.)

somewhere summer is a welcome sight
where the air is transfixed by the flight
of fireflies and groves grow thick
with names.
swans crane their necks
to glimpse the passing sun.
nothing to undo.
no distances to run.

- Mookie Katigbak (Heights 97'-98')

~ oh well, i really felt the true meaning of 'summer' in this poem. Summer does not only mean "heat", "hot", "beaches" and "recreation."

Summer also means to be free from all the things you have done before this time. Forgetting all the problems, thinking, fantasizing and enjoying. To make the long story short, to be happy with your family and friends.

We also need to focus on ourselves, think of our mistakes and what we need to change. That's why, i guess, there is such thing as a summer vacation. Summer is a time for comfort, for reflection, for bonding.

Summer is a welcome sight on beaches or on resthouses, but it will be more meaningful with your loved ones.

How about you? where is your welcome sight for summer? :)