Wednesday, August 16, 2023

The Rain Veils

They signify uncertainty,
The middle way between zero

And one. Dragging their blue curtains
Decorated with dry lightning

In the distance, they could touch ground—
A storm’s a possibility

In the immediate future
But a coin flip from certainty.

That’s why such weather’s ominous.
It’s not that there will be a storm

But that there might be, might not be.
When something doesn’t signify

A more-than-likely yes or no,
That’s when it can be meaningful.

You scrutinize the fine blue veils.
Was that wet you felt on your neck?

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