12/28/90- Waiting For The Storm

                                                                                12/28/90
                                                                               Seattle,WA
         Waiting For The Storm
 
     Today you'd never think it was coming
     Golden crossarms on the floor
     Ignore the chill in the air,
     It's winter after all.
 
     The others buckle and batten
     Hatches,coats and pantries
     The white linen of yesterday has given way
     To matted soaking grass and saturated concrete
     All I see is canine eyes ablaze
     With glowing trust,so glad
     Today is not like every other.
 
     The others refuse
     To be caught with their snowpants down
     As I read four different books
     My thoughts start to scatter
     The impending squall ahead
     Talk of snow,hail,quantity,preparation
     How can I prepare for horizons dead ahead?
 
     The light shifts,snowcloud thinks it's a tornado
     Filthy sock shoved in my hand again and again
     Puppy breath patterns begin to subside
     The calm before the storm...
 
     Flash flood of emotion reported
     Before a single flake of fluff finds out
     That the ground is ready,children are waiting
     The chains are on this time.
 
     Oh,to let go of the fair weather of the past
     Even if the forecast is brighter than it ever was
     To lose everything just to have
     The sunny day well remembered
     To be a memory ever still.
 
 
     To see fine art you must know true pain
     Contrast heightens appreciation
     Appreciation only relative
     The storm hits...
                                              
     Not like the last one
     Never like the last one
     My heart taut against my chest
     Spirit moving me along
     Can I try not to rule
     The very weather of our time?