Inomet

When the world was still
quiet and it brewed apocalyptic
weather, we humans turned in circles
our heads back gazing at the sky.
What have we done, we said,
that the gods would punish us so?

Now the world is loud and fast.
But when it snows for 4 days
and 4 nights 4 times in 4 weeks
twice, we glance starward
in the narrow time between
red and green and we forget.

We will think of it a week
later as we joke with the FedEx
driver about the global climate.  But
once the door closes, we might
wonder let our minds wander just
a few minutes and soon forget.

Life eclipses afterlife now.
We invoke a new rush hour deity
a montage of stopwatches, time-clocks,
Franklins, gears, info highways
held together with credit
and the glue of no time.
Inomet’s hour arrives.