Ghazal about depression cleverly camouflaged as a poem about the weather
I hate to keep going on about the weather,
but each day, it seems, I’m confounded by weather.
When I think the day will go a certain way,
I walk out the door—to be confronted by weather.
When I go inside to sit for a while,
I come back out to find the world changed by weather.
I don’t know what chance I’ve got—
but I always find a way to blame it on the weather.
Sometimes, I’d like to sleep all day
and not have to even think about the weather…
(13 April 2017)