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
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