Standing in my usual spot, smoking of course,
I see the lightening in the west well before
I hear the reply of thunder.
I have already shit in my fedora,
with the smoky thoughts I had
before the clouds started to roll in.
The smoking thoughts were more urgent
than the feeling I should go inside.
With the first drops of rain I had to make a decision.
Let the coming downpour wash out the hat
or just stake my claim to being a real shithead.
Neither is appealing
but on the other hand
neither is off putting either.
We all are what we have become
through a series of decisions.
Nothing more, nothing less.
© M Durfee