Nothing’s Settled

A week of rain, then it’s “Severe clear!” as the pilot was wont to say. Mornings like this, not a cloud in sight. Soon enough, wouldn’t you know it, they gather. The forecast is seldom promising anymore. What days are these? Remembering old stories, telling new ones, trying to sort it all out. Mysterious causes and conditions defy efforts to account for them. More talk of arrivals and departures. Tightening circumstances. Changing landscape situations. Across the region, a decline in the songbird population. “I’m never flying again.” Out of nowhere, then, the ovenbird returns. Same old lesson: “Please hold on.”