My Head is a Barometer

I refuse to watch the news.

The hype is exasperating.

I am quietly praying for those in harm’s way.

It is gusty here.

The chimes are singing.  The trees are dancing.

My head knows something is coming.

I know not whether it is inner ear or cerebrospinal fluid.

The tide in my head is shifting.

I wait outside in the wind.

Whatever comes will come.

No technology needed.

I feel it.


7 thoughts on “My Head is a Barometer

      1. That’s for Pele! Though I bet she is pissed about the hurricanes in Hawaii!! Maybe you should just put the flowers in the vodka and drink that. Non toxic, only, got Nasturtiums or Pansies? Squash?

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