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