I remember how it was last year, so hot

I remember how it was last year, so hot
and humid in the summer. Then again,
it seems different this year, I don't know what
has changed about the air. I check again
the calendar to see if it has changed
and it has not. I think about the gain
and loss of water by the bayous. When
the song is over it begins again
and cycles through another round. The water
moves up from in the oceans, then again
it forms a current of cloud. The turning years
defy our set out systems, when again
the Moon obscures the Sun, we take a note
of their position and wait for it again.