Breezy and Blue
It can be
Sunny and warm
Damp and overcast
Hot and muggy
Snowy and cold
Breezy and blue
You have written me about the weather;
not once, but twice.
I had not expected that.
Had you?
Did you ever imagine
that one day,
you and I
would exchange so many words
about the weather?
Does it actually matter?
Do you care,
if I am enveloped by cascading rain showers
or basking in the warm, delicious sunshine?
Will me walking in knee deep biting snow,
cause you to think of me differently
than if I am trekking through a barren dessert,
in a blinding sand-storm?
I remember when our letters felt urgent and epic;
when I anxiously awaited words from you to arrive
words, which were read repeatedly
and pondered over for hours,
even after they had been refolded
and laid to rest in the box,
which housed their brothers.
Not once did we mention the weather.
Where are those letters
with those words that expressed
dreams, desires and doubt?
Have we used up all our allotted words?
Or is there simply nothing left to say between us?
Can that be it?
Maybe the weather matters,
I will play along.
I am sitting on a stormy beach,
watching the dark clouds roll in,
and wishing I had your words to read.
It can be
Sunny and warm
Damp and overcast
Hot and muggy
Snowy and cold
Breezy and blue
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~
