You watch the weather, don’t you?
From the kitchen window, the patio
Even the office as it climbs four storeys
You drape yourself in whatever works
For the conditions
The weather has a major say in what you say
To the employer; the wife; the neighbour
If I were you I would keep a close eye on the weather
It has ways and means of interrupting; catapulting
Thoughts of innocence across mountain tops
Down to fears of catastrophe and calamity
There are paid people who warn you about the weather
Maps and grids and watchwords
They are concerned you might miss it
As it comes rolling over the hills like storm-troopers
The Gestapo knocking at your door
Tearing at your gutters; your roses
Make no mistake – the weather needs soothing
We stopped offering sacrifices and now we have
Weather bombs dropped on us repeatedly
I wish the weather would just go away and
Leave us with a benign void
So we know
Nothing will ever happen
© 2008 Keith Nunes
- Editor