Forecasting rain in inches

Step 1) Observe

The atmosphere thick,

we could feel the rain,

almost hear it coming...

While waiting it was only fair

to summarize the bottom line

for the accountant that doesn't

count fiction, the paperbackless

bookkeeper-maths read or black

not grey matters.

He is given by charitable donation, 

two whole words he's never reconciled

to the penny, namely Time and Memory.

Step 2) Hypothesize

Balancing Proust, with pi and infinity,

he admires my interest in chaos theory

from afar

thunder marches up the mountains,

finches scatter in the meadow below,

this feels like dark matter I imagine

filling in corners, spackle, sealing gaps-

clearly, this thinning and spreading

cannot be considered conservation...

Step 3) Test

The moon inches away,

Orion loosens his belt,

in this Age, the ewer overflows its rim-

we notice displacement-

forgetting about the rain and rising water

all around us.

Step 1) Observe

 

The mind may be mysterious 

most simply because we do not have time 

to solve definitively for X.

Some sentences add up facts, like Faulkner

in august, Proust in jest, all the rest in pieces

to be recalled, summoned as messages

for the neuroscientists

who seek the spark of dendrites in lights,

detonations via regional locations,

wondering why we memory...

Step 2) Hypothesize

It is Situational Awareness.

This is a problem for space

and here I stand pinned 

on this arrowless ray, today

marking my words

for later...

Step 4) Conclude

Those slippery days, segments of totality

some times get away.

We are irrational and grateful

gravity is given without question.  

Photo credit By NASA on The Commons (Barbara Askins, Chemist) [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

"(1978) NASA hired Barbara S. Askins, a chemist at NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center, Huntsville, Alabama, in 1975 to find a better way to develop astronomical and geological pictures. In 1978, the Association for Advancement of Inventions and Innovations named her the National Inventor of the Year for her invention of a process that restored detail to underexposed negatives that would otherwise be useless. In 1978, Barbara Askins patented a method of enhancing the pictures using radioactive materials. The process was so successful that its uses were expanded beyond NASA researchers to improvements in X-ray technology and in the restoration of old pictures"

Dendrite doors

We learned they would come after midnight.
At least, I learned this on my own.
The neighbors all knew where those footsteps led. 
The lights had been killed before...and it was a signal still.
The horror was trapped in the suspense.
They never knocked. That was the true terror.

I never lived this way. I learned how.
Why have doors, they would all conclude,
since all else had been stripped away?
When we strip wood, it's raw hide-
stripped skin shows through.
We all know the smell.
And screens are illusions like musty hospital curtains.
Did you know that there is no word for Privacy in Russia-
just keep this to yourself.

I knew an American woman 
that imported 14-foot tall exotic hardwood doors from Indonesia.
She had them installed or erected
in a financed rehab mansion in Southern California;
they divided the living from the sitting room 
and the doors were always open.
It took two to move them.
When she was evicted from the retreat she tried to steal them. 
She went to prison. Not just for the doors.
She'd tried to escape to Mexico.

And although before my time,
I liked Jim Morrison's poetry 
back when I was just little and more morose.
Now his poetry seems hollow, soft in spots.

I was petrified to eventually find 
purple heart in deep prose,
and blocks of solid Bolivian Rose by Burmese blackwood 
so fresh it bleeds,
still...life with leaves and family trees fall
and knots make it all stronger.

We learned about the grind and carpentry,
sand smoothes stone and wood. 
Don't cut against the grains. Leave room to breathe.
I tend leave my doors ajar, 
and query why we each have so many 
inside.
I like my peephole. 
That was a solid design.
Unlike suspension bridges which transfer tension
and tend to be fire retardant. 

Now how can we move on,
without looking back. Locks break.
We cannot ignore these partitions anymore.
Divide and Conquer, knock on wood, 
for your own good and I should warn you-
I am not decent but have found a match. 

Photograph (by 'not given') of the massive old wooden doors of Mission San Gabriel which withstood the attacks of the Indians, ca.1908. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.