Storm tracks
The wind from the continental
fossil fuel storm
was steadily rising
Already my best friend
on the west coast
had been sealed inside her trailer
by a wall of ice
Friends in LA have been wearing
jackets and sweaters on zoom
In the middle of the continent
long discussions about warm clothes
candles and other survival kit
as friends blinked out
one by one
Closer to the east
I check in with family
we grew up with this
so they aren’t much bothered about it
The meteorologist said the punch
would come yesterday
but it was eerily still
as if we had fallen into a vortex
of breathless waiting
while the rest of the continent
was blown and tossed and tornadoed
Now the house rocks with gusts
the hen house stands firm
I make hot chocolate and light candles
wondering how long that will be a thing
as the cocoa plantations
shrivel up and bees no longer exist
to make wax
I want to purely enjoy this
pause from civilization
without the future looming
casting its shadow
over the lights in the darkness
A look at the weather
I look out at the back field
the snow blowing sideways
piling little drifts on the corners
of my kitchen window
I look out at the hay barn
the rain beats against the
living room window and puddles
in the tractor tracks down below
I look out across the street
at the blue sky and the sun
shining between the clouds
playing catch me if you can
All at once
All the weather
All around my house
Doing Mark Twain one better
If you don’t like the weather
just look out a different window
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