It's quiet
The wind is threatening to blow one day
There is lightning, no picnics
I am inside
It's the kind of evening that a tornado loves to interrupt
But tonight I'm not heading to the basement
I'm looking out the window
I can't see anything
Except for the world passing by
Through the haze
A haze that obscures me
Because I'm out there too
Somewhere down the street
And up the road
I can't see through this haze
But I can hear
And when I place my right hand on my chest
Just to the right of my nipple
I can feel my heart doing its job
And it's slow
So if this storm breaks
My body will be surprised
My heart is expecting to be here for a while
I'm afraid of what's out there
But the fear is leading me to rest
It's the kind of fear that reminds me that I'm alive
And my heart slows down even more as tears slip out the edges of my eyes
But they won't roll
There's not enough wind to send them down my face
There were never any guarantees
That was the whole idea of the weather
From the beginning it could only be predicted a little ways out
And beyond that, it's an absurdity
Wrapped in statistics
But looking back, I can feel climate
And just when I was getting acclimatized
June, July, August.
Roman Ryan 