03/17/20 The Weather

Don’t rush to conclusions,

we haven’t finished this turn around the sun,

yet,

and around the corner there are always surprises

- you see?

Who’d thought you’d be here –

hoarding apple sauce,

alphabetizing your Russian novels,

telling the cat it’s gonna be ok

in your most beautiful English

- my boy?

If your political mind is at odds with your poetry,

choose the next line carefully,

like your pens are teeth,

mashing the open spaces

frenetically

as the world

disappears inwards,

the gears go on hiatus,

the expected takes a turn to the

valley

where Morrison screams

and sunlight splashes

like wind from a ghost.

On second thought

 - fuck it –

say what you mean,

be it from fear

or celebration

or the perplexity

of them sharing a theater.

There’s nothing you can do

to surprise me

when everything is the weather