The Window

 

Doppler radar,

full and dark,

streaming blue

across the screen.

 

One winter,

back a ways,

I discovered its

mesmerizing movement,

weather-in-motion,

and transfixed,

I became.

Why,

I can not say.

 

Today,

radar,

dark and blue,

storm descending,

across the screen.

It holds me,

for a minute,

maybe two,

then,

 

I turn to the window.