Poem: Gossiping About The Weather

Tell me

what you think about

as you stare past dark glass,

eavesdropping on secrets

whispered between thunder

and rain.

Does your mind meander

downstream,

pulsing with debris,

flooding creeks?

Or do you fill yourself

with the groans of storms

to drain away muddled grey thoughts

and put your own dry concerns at ease?

Go ahead—

tell me.

(I’m listening too.)

This article appears in February 2016.