weather lies

When the lies of men
gather in
like hurricanes in September...
and truth goes marching on
by

When probabilities
are said as certainties,
storm-sheltered
you remember "blue
skies"

When life and chance
and circumstance
mix rain with
no umbrella
-sigh-

Will you waterproof your heart,
put up your guard
or
live with heart still open,
alight?