we think it merely blood
and bone
this sack of us
sinew and muscle woven
beneath a thin covering
but oh! the lovely weather
lightning and thunderclap
rain and wind
that course through vein
and artery
an ocean of salty water
constrained in a bony
landscape
a breathy wind that shouts
in the dark
we are wind and sun and
rain
weather carried in a
leather pouch
small cloudbursts of
stardust and earth
