Weather Isn’t Human

I took a nap this afternoon

and woke up blinking at the bright hot
sky of meteorological July – thinking:

weather isn’t human. What relief!
Daylight otherwise seems
such a thief: stealing equanimity:

goading you to do, pursue, pursue
and do – in lieu of hanging loose.
When all that’s going on is angles

of a planet wrangling with
an atmosphere involuntarily colluding
with the sun and its inexorable transit.

Something may well
be accountable
for this, but I’m not it.







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