Most
folks talk
about the weather
in simple terms
when there is nothing else to say
our common denominator
is not race
color or creed
the weather
is what binds us
in common tongue
we've all been to the window
we've all looked toward the sky
we all know the rain, the snow,
the changing winds
and so we bond
not in status or ethnicity
but in the weather
when we hesitate
to think of a starting point
the weather begins
a conversation
will it rain we ask
don't think so yet
maybe tomorrow
and so we acknowledge
our kinship
our shared experience
understanding
we are all brothers
under one skin of sky
when we don't know
what else to say
the weather comes to mind.
© d.knape
December 22, 2015
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