It’s half-past seven and the cantaloupe is out
The first cicadas woke up today.
Their song mingled with the smell of sun-warmed pines, and I caught
a glimpse of the south of my childhood, the south of Sussargues.
This morning, everything was blurry.
I dived under the surface and everything was deaf.
There was only the turquoise of the waters of Cassis.
When I got tired of swimming and drying
in the sun, I put back the flowing shirt I like to wear in summer