Poem: Uncertain Weather

rainfall in the distance

Uncertain Weather

Sitting at the table, drinking coffee
with you.

You smile. An honest smile,
deep behind the eyes
and I am smitten again,
no less than that first day.

It happens constantly,
and I am always angry afterward
that I am not a camera.
My mind, it seems is an uncertain lens
unable to fully capture that magic
and carry it with me
into the uncertain weather
that populates the rest of my life.

About this poem. 

The woman I love has an amazing smile.

At breakfast this morning, a friend and I were discussing the science of predicting weather.

The picture was taken from the quarry across the street from my house.

From those things, this poem. Isn’t the mind an amazing thing?

Tom

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s