Poet's Whether/Weather Dilemma

Isn’t it terrible?!

I just said to myself, ‘Rats, the sun is shining’!

Why did I think that?

Because when it’s raining as it was earlier

I can write without being torn between two worlds!

Torn between green grass beneath my bare feet

Or words falling from fingertips

Torn between tasting the sun, warm and sweet

Or whisper of words on my lips

Torn between wind-song that washes aloft

Teasing the tree’s hoisted sails

Or Want still, supple, unshapen and soft

That only a poem unveils

Torn between taking the face of a flow’r

Between my hands to admire

Or turning my mind from the march of an hour

Intent on the vent of desire

Torn between inhaling rain-freshened air

Pouring an ‘all you can drink’

Or sitting stock-still on the edge of my chair

Imbibed by the meter of ink

© Janet Martin