The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Jennifer O’Riordan
All I’ll Say Before I'm Struck Down for Wishing Away This Weather
Something else I don’t like,
and I’ll have to whisper this, is the incredibly hot weather we’re having here right now. I wouldn’t mind a drop of rain or at least a few clouds in the sky. It seems like there’s no shade anywhere. The sky is just too expansive when it’s always blue. I like the clouds, their shifting shapes, the changing colours in the sky. I love the mist, the gentle wind, the long bright evenings that last until eleven. I even adore the birds and sun waking me at dawn, which these days is about four in the morning. But this heat is all wrong. For this I need to be on a beach in some country where people speak a language I don’t understand. Where I can wonder about what they’re saying and be glad I don’t know because they’re probably only talking about what they’ll have for dinner. Or maybe they’re making fun of me, alien in their midst. Oh, just to have a few clouds again! Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |