Fear of Weather
Outside sky is a watercolor of warm grey,
Rain so fine it floats sideways.
You, outside, means wetness and curlier hair.
Drops float up under broad hat brims
And wrap your legs, face, ears, and hands.
Wetness, and news says
Danger of flood is up north;
Electrical outage likely,
And I see the clock stopped sometime.
California warns of winter storm;
Minneapolis laughs. But wait!
Landslides slow down city folks
Who don’t stay home in their skyscraper forest.
River floods rush in the first floor.
Is the oriental rug high up
in the shed on the hill?
Extra work preparing:
Sandbags piled high in a wall
To send the too high river away.
Huge jugs of water, just in case,
And checking on the elderly,
Bringing food and tea.
Seems small compared to blizzards
Unless it’s your house sliding.
We don’t have weather. We have memory of it elsewhere.
And fear of weather. We don’t have weather;
We have fear of weather