Please Stand By

Every station is running the weather channel,

Broadcasting the same blizzard

That falls from a herringbone-sky,

Foretells a coming warmth,

And crackles between my fingers

Like a held hand.

You’re with me in these moments:

Cloudy mind of virga-snow,

Obscured by rising fog;

Static squall, monotone hum,

Throughout an infinite horizon —

Cathode-ray miasma.

Your resonance cuts through the flurries

Permeates storms, reality-checks —

Grounding and uplifting all at once.

When the skies settle, when the furies cease,

Again will heaven be unveiled

In crystal-clear 4K.