Tuesday Walk

Tree shadows
scamper on the sidewalk
and crickets still chatter into the night

But August is cloaked
in Fall attire
and we all love
the pretense

A small ocean wave made out of air
pushed over my face
as if we lived by the water

The earth shook
to remind us
that our 2 PM meetings
can be thwarted by more
than slow internet

In the epicenter of that rumble
I secretly hoped
that we could
just keeping trembling