Theories

Reading a book on clouds,
how they drift hot and cold
... yet of the muddling,
adoring crowds
indifferent
whilst outside my pane
I glean
visions, survival, humanity's scent risen
moisture, dew point, sea posture and rebirth seeded
upon fire
-transformations all pass oe'r our yesterdays re-told

later, trying to write my feelings about vicissitudes of a season
spun hard beyond any plane
emotionally, mentally, senses charged,
tears marred,
I study an expanse filling
upward, touching down purity pale and veiled
a mélange
endlessly flung with rhythm and oft' no reason
rain unto flood senseless, storms when darkness needs a voice
ice and hail barrage,
fearlessness streaming through the sun, warming or chilling
(depending on distance from star)
a wind to launch
another day spent
perusing the weather here,
near and afar