and the forecast is the same day after day
lawns are green from the rains but I am wilted
from the heat
in my soul
moisture clings and streaks down our windows like it
steams my lenses
It threatens to steal energy and will
It threatens to rob desire and creative pursuits
Am I battling with the weather?
Does it really threaten me so?
the crowds are gone
beaches are open wide
paradise is pretty with windows rolled up and the a/c on
Do it give in to its sway?
You confound me with your give and take
your bluster and stillness
You rage and you whimper
and I respond in kind
We’ve done this dance before
we’ll do it again
let’s slow dance across the sand to the water that refreshes
that puddles around our feet and calms
It’s always the water that
and we will dance