Weather Remains

Weather Remains

(“While the earth lasts, planting time and gathering time, cold and heat, summer and winter, and day and night will not end.” Genesis 8:22)

Sometimes I race with the setting sun
so laden with weight and pain that
it smothers me overnight
while God is busy composing the morning.

Weather remains.

The aroma of clover sneaks up on me
from its bed of dewy sweetgrass, the icing
on the breaking day.

The sun skips ahead of me most days
when I am restrained by the heated irons
in my brain. The weeks inch along waiting
for my wearied footsteps, the months loop
around each other.

The evening folds in on itself
like a puppy’s eyes who is desperate
to stay awake.
God composes the next morning like
a dolphin’s skin
breaking the surface of the water.