palingenesis poem

image by jeremy costea

clouds don’t play psyops as a part of 
climates concerns in the game of 
retrograde roulette
this weathered orb pushes a premium
of synchronized palpitations that prognosticates
like the old man from sulphur creek
decoy an earthquake
here
for a tsunami                                            there
and it jettisons a monster out of the depths
with a new moniker cute enough
to rival the next Barbie

this butterfly effect reminds me 
that a drop in barometric pressure
turns my achy joints into a better weathervane
than most of father time's disciplining
or mother nature's outbursts
but neither will have custody 
over the new creation
that's waiting in silence
for prayers for rain to end