meteorologist’s lament

the forecast today called for
“abundant sunshine”
which hit me as oddly optimistic:
would there really be enough of the stuff
to appease even the most jaded of men,
to inspire the uninspired?

wonder encompassed me
as I pondered what joy the meteorologist felt in
that morning light-
were they spurred on by
outstretched arms
begging them to come back to bed?
or did a distant memory,
once thought lost
waltz through their head
while eating raisin bran as part of a
well balanced breakfast…

hours later
when temperatures rose
with the day half spent,
the forecast read only “sunny”
perhaps too much of the
previously copious amounts of sun
had suffered from the kind of rush only
milk
and bread
and beer feel
during winter storm warnings and
football games.

but maybe
my dear, anonymous forecaster,
by this point in the day more an old friend,
began to feel the pressure of
the profession’s pitfalls
and simply decided to
err on the side of caution.