The forecast for tomorrow is for more of yesterday.
Temperatures and confusion
above average, monsoon and medications,
forgetfulness gathering
in the morning sky
and constant vigilance for stormclouds
in the kitchen. Sunrise
five-thirty-seven, the nurse
and clear skies due
on Tuesday. Flash flooding in the mind
where memory once was, but there’s music,
always music
keeping time. At seven-thirty-two the sun
remembers to go down.
Thursday is the day
the therapist is due, arriving on a streak
of lightning. She’ll make it rain,
ease aching muscles
and when a dust storm breaks she’ll sweep
the air clean with a broom.
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David Chorlton
Picture Rupert Loydell
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