Another Storm

Another storm threatens to come in, feeling my responsibility for uncaring and unresponsive history Fearing you more than loving us Setting out your pails and plastic tubs to catch cold and dreary drips Impaled remembering past wet enemies becoming darker spots as moist tears terrorize, building mold untold as yet by angry contagious lips Dripping windowed frame ups and ceiling fractured fixtures of your felt losses not equally carried by more comforted me opaque with more tender crosses Buried in how lonely love can feel hidden in Earth's evolving top, improbable to see Our together threatening leaky roof may drown, which you would have fixed some months ago, if you could do so on your own. This storm pauses and brighter rays suggest a sun still shining behind dark uncivil distress Clouds could uncover our disassociation, poor and hovering coveting a sun-drenched recreation Calculating our assurance cost in cash, but not in minds and bodies to stop stormy smothers of inside raining draining issues, deep core tissues thundering crash Warning we must get this done before another wild wet storm fearing you more than loving us, undone Darker clouds build to leak again while I explain why you still can't trust me to invest in unstormed peace A contenting roof unconditionally solid and synergetically done So all EarthTribe can safely put away our pails and nails, defensive weapons, buckets, overflowing pans and spans of climate panic Now rumbling receding thunder of fearing you more than loving us Turns toward replacing damaged health, repriming stains repainting wealth of more warmly wild respect while together musing about who is bare surviving so not win/win thriving with what prestorming care, Remembering who is dry and fair and prosperous and why we fear this tragic cold calculating storm more than loving softly weathered wet yet warm.