Barometer

Barometer

Very Dry           I take a reading

Variations in pressure

Change the step

Listen to my asthma

Pull at my throat

Pray absent-mindedly

Or in despair

Oh my God.

 

The gradient of the hill shifts

With each passing day

Stormy             A sleepless night

The thought of what lies ahead

1 in 10

Fair                  A night of passion

A resolve to screw them all

Someone to talk to

And I’m there

Rain                 I cannot cry

It’s only a job

They cannot

Will not

Make me weep

 

Finally, it becomes a mountain

Pitched steeper every day

My steps shorten and grow slow

My breath

Infected by indoor pollution

Strains

 

A strong wind forces me backwards

Protecting me from the devil

I will become

If I reach the top

Just one more time.

 

Change

 

A rare outing for my poetry – written a while ago, but published here due to prompt on Creative Writing Ink 

Photo by Alexandr Bormotin on Unsplash