aurora borealis.

duders,
as usual,
it's very early in the morning.
so much so that most folks
would still consider it late at night.
the flaring nostrils of solar stinkiness
brought a brutal buffeting of warm weather yesterday.
an ultraviolet visit from the springtime,
early for this area, for sure.
and that's not all, either, kids-
polar bearings were shifted, too.
that's that north/south axis activation,
warping and writhing the push and the pull
of the molten magma inside this orb,
in double-time rhyme in sync with the moon.
yeah.
that's real.
mostly, though,
i was hoping for some super-sexy northern lights,
cohabitating and illuminating in the sky above
and beyond us like a magnetic snake
of spirit and memory and beauty.
a special kind of rare magic,
looping and arcing and brightening
alongside the still nearly-full moon.
instead,
it's raining.
awwwwwwwwwwww, man.
nothing to see here folks, move along.
of course,
there's nowhere to go, either.
it's all really happening,
behind the curtain of clouds,
beyond the sphere of my influence,
away from the woodsly goodness.
what's going on, neighbors?
a combination of missing and losing out.
i'm here, i'm wide awake, somehow,
and i'm ready and willing to watch and learn from
the firmament and it's fixtures...
it's there,
the silver lit lining of infinite nature,
i just can't see it.
***********
i'm shivering, y'all.
with antici.......................pation.
or maybe,
with dread.
both involve waiting for what happens next.
i've got sore parts,
cold parts,
hard (in all the wrong ways) parts,
and spare parts.
huh?
it could just be that the dismantling of this Folk Life reality
has got me sh-sh-sh-shakin' with system shock.
believe me,
i've got three comforters stacked up on my bed,
and no comfort seeping down through the sheets.
so it's not the temperature, my ninjas.
then again,
maybe the rain is really to blame.
i've got my doubts about that, too.
but i'll keep the tremors out of my voice,
at least,
and save the chilly disposition for work.
*
technically,
despite the lack of a bushy tail,
i'm still pretty bright eyed.
up and at 'em again and again.
i'm wide awake,
it's morning;
never quiet, never soft.....