Tonight there’s a thunderstorm warning—
chance of hail and rising wind, though all day
generous sunlight winnowed through
impossible blue. On my weather app
I track what mornings and evenings
are like in other cities of the world—
Charlottesville, Raleigh; Chicago, Baguio,
Manila. I can imagine how light breaks
where my loves lie, perhaps in bed.
Perhaps they look out a window, streaked
rust-orange as a rooster’s crest. If someone has
discovered the secret to being in more than one
place without breaking, I would like to know it.
I would like to walk in a soft, forgiving rain.