Another storm blows in.
Cool rain
used to break
the grip of summer’s heat.
These days,
there’s a humidity in the air,
which is strange
for a dry country.
I remember when this place
was a dust bowl.
The end of the road,
as far as anyone is concerned.
Unless, of course,
you were going all the way
up to Alaska,
but few ever did.
I don’t remember resigning myself
to a sedentary life.
Trapped here,
under an endless sky.
Sometimes,
I think we might be better off,
if we just
packed up and left.
No regrets.
No good-byes.
I guess,
I’m in it for the long haul.
I guess,
we’ll see what the future
makes of this place.
Be it climate change,
or human change,
it’s okay.
We’ll learn to deal with it.
Another dawn breaks,
chasing away the clouds,
and there’s the distinct hint
of possibility in the air.
A cautious optimism
that hasn’t been choked out
by the heat,
or the news,
or the bank.
I wonder why
we even made it this far,
if we were never gonna go further?
From this place,
to another place,
maybe where endless sky
meets endless water.
Man,
if I complain about humidity now…
… ha, ha!
Let’s see what we’re working with today.
HG – 2020
