Changing, from time to–
Wondering what front next in arrives
and changes my scene and setting and
what I have planned. Drops, dry. Sun,
Rocks waiting for the change. Dreading or
not. Sold one approach and life after another,
me listening to a couple from Texas have a conversation
about the heat, here. What heat they said.
Laughing, walking, think I heard thunder.
No sound before pour. Always the way.
Trees move, telling me it’s here. New approach and landing.
Kind first notes, benches gently drenched.
Songs in the steps, clouds convincing me.