The forecasting

I start my day by counting
The threads against the grey—

It is a good day; and I part
Them with the back of my hand.

I can stand in between them
And cool my head. I do not

Hold an umbrella anymore, but
I still have my coat.

I suspect this provides
Sufficient motive to schlep

My shoes through running waters
Like speculative boats.

Dale Chou
2012-12-11