Eyes On The Weather Forecast

Eyes On The Weather Forecast

Presence is but a balance beam,

the thin, or ever expansive line

dividing past and future

in a measure of breaths.

It’s slippery if not gritted

and we tend to count the steps

we think we have left

over the strength of our legs,

over the snowflakes landing

on our upturned palms.

Can you marvel at their melting,

stay with them whilst they pass away

and soak into the skin which remains?

Can you appreciate the sky

as it waters your present

or are you so busy avoiding the cold

that your fingers burn

on an imaginary fireplace?

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