One With The Weather

In the day before tomorrow
in the hour after last
patience is an aquired taste
designed to clear a way,
a path through the underbrush.

Drawn to the sky now
before the rain
the clouds on collision course
with air-bussed couches
forgiving of full throttled
intent plastered into a holding pattern
or downward spiral... I can see
where the clouds will arrive faster than me.

And in this hour prelit fog
rolls in on cue ...
once again I'm reminded
of some guardian breed encountered
nearly a lifetime ago.