Weather Beaten by Kristin Meyer

Weather Beaten

by Kristen Meyer

It was cool.

The sun shone straight through your shades -

you were cool,

But I am cold - bitterly.

It was live.

The snow was powder under your board - you

were alive,

But living too bold - carelessly.

It was perfect.

The wind whipped smartly, the air was crisp - I

am perfect.

Were not you told? - incredibly.

You were young.

Ha! I take one breath in fourteen years - oh so

young!

But I am old - eternally.

You got lost.

Direction is governed by the senses - this you

lost,

And could not hold - tragically.

It was luck.

To end up in the wrong place at the wrong time -

your bad luck.

This luck I scold - wisely.

You were tried.

By frostbite, hunger, dehydration, broken bones

- and you tried,

But you, I sold - outrageously.

There was hope.

On six they found you by a creek - drained of

hope.

The rescue, gold - prematurely.

Then you died. Your body couldn't take my ailments - so you

died.

I carry on - indifferently.