weathering 7/22/18

in the sky

thermals present a temperamental gravity

the load-bearing of ominous shapes

almost invisible to us in cloud-cover ways

freight trains of often-time moisture traveling

mystically before are very eyes

but we sense gravity under a different light

personalized as private weight-fullness

experienced as under the cover of skin

as that enterprise for the want of weightiness

but we are hypothesized by the sky 

as our sense of freedom from within

almost unaware of the turbulences 

that sky-bound dance

except for those times when we experience it

being under foot 

as we become the dance floor in receivership

so if cool is masculine and hot is feminine 

then the sky is the etheric dance-floor and stage

for them, as a couple, 

body to body, tight

in a tango flaring, almost out of our sight

we are often onlooker invited to their dances

and if we choose to go

we are generally dressed up, 

in very plain clothes

spending our time there,

so to speak, as wall flowers

never to really get up and fully partake 

for they can be an uproar

a down-pour, a deluge and a cloudburst,

linger as a monsoon, rage with thunder

in a brouhaha, or a mosh-pit all around you

and we are then all eyes and ears

and very little feet of dance–action

weathering, as we would call it

is hardly even a slow dance that we notice

it’s the rock and roll

that loudly gets our attention  

for they, as a couple,

can be somewhat boisterous

yet really who of us complains 

when they are the neighbors of us

that otherwise, politely live upstairs . . .