Thursday, October 26, 2017

Storm chasers

Pulled one over on our Mother
Nature-When we 'wise ones'
learned how to chart               and predict, guess and check
her moods                               and storms associated with wrath
and names,                              personalities,
alphabetically                          with indexes and eyes.

We behold
color coded paths
where weather may walk-
sirens and alerts follow us
In spite of-direction.

Now that is not good enough             -anymore.

Without footage,                     there-ness, like live streams
in microwaves, invisible proof for the eyes-


It never happened that way.



Painting by Karl Bryullov, 'View of Fort Picu on the island of Madeira' c. 1849-50, [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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