DecPoWriMo 11

Unseasonable weather 
bearing down across
the country and the couch

two hundred miles wide
unheard of in any
ordinary terms

tomorrow might return
to normal temperatures
in the meantime here is

weight evenly distributed
throughout the atmosphere
no need to name

that sense of foreboding
as anything other than these
clouds too dark to see by

wind creating shapes cutting
through the curtains
joggers in shorts trudge along

some circuits remain unclosed
how does catastrophe
make itself known without

evidence rippling through the air
even if we don’t know when
it becomes unbreathable