Whether Report
The ice caps,
the tropics,
they’re all microscopic;
dystopic,
myopic,
the interesting topics
It’s whether,
not weather;
That’s really the question.
Or rather,
with fervor,
tease fearful suggestions.
The weather of interest:
the storms in the mind.
Cataclysmic disasters
to wipe out mankind.
And so every forecast
is cast in such way
to prey on the anxious,
throughout every day.
So shut off the TV,
go see for yourself,
and leave that remote
on the couch or the shelf.
The sun also rises,
for He made the sun.
When it does so without you,
your time here is done.
Until then, no weather,
just whether life's fun.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
for the “You’re a Weather Forecaster” Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written on 03/07/2022
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