Someday, To Be Able To Tell The Weather And Thought

Someday, To Be Able To Tell The Weather And Thought

Bright clouds and sinking harmonies:

making of destiny

Brightened mists and foggy glow

through obscured visions

Atmospheres of melody, sinking

covering grounds in the same fog

Glowering intensity and measuring

fraught insistence and mesmerizing

Beyond sense, these portions of imagined

slandering, covering the earth in thickened

Weathering, the distress in nimbostratus

what’s coming, these tell tale signs

Reading Lorentzian possibilities

gathered in sunken refrain

Metachromatic off-key stances

the music in the weathered

The faint, faint harmonious need

to be in key, to be tuning

These revelations to sense, to comradery

to differences in stance and belief

Weather played out musically

the events as they are happening

Not because they must happen

but because they do

The chair still emptied, not determined

but honest and true

Contrasts of insight and decision

basking in the foggy glow again

Searching through the potentials of thought

rummaging melodically, methodically

Making it rain,

imagining a closeness