arctic telegram
cold feet under warm blankets
raindrop pings window
from tributaries
oceans receiving rivers
snow drift in sunlight
afternoon thermals
heavier than air on wing
the sky believing
sanderlings darting
exhausted wave collapses
on sleepless shoreline
the water’s language
a library of cloud forms
notes on sea napkins
interdependence
words in light of other words
this buoyed upon that
(Everyone writes Haiku about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.)