don't blame it on the weather


the weather
in fact
doesn’t care

it’s not being indecisive
or keeping us waiting

it just is

this fog-cradled morning –
the occult far shore of the harbour
this alternation of bright and dim –
is not trying to tell us something
not toying with our hopes
and fears

we are the ones becalmed
stranded in an in-between
of our own making

the weather is not a message
but some of it
is evidence

time now
to come clean
to confess our crimes
if only
to our own
deaf ears