Thirty - The Weather Station

There was a time you put your hand on the small of my back

I was surprised that you touched me like that

But there in your hand was a current of life

I could hardly stand, I stayed still and I didn’t mention it

If I did, I’d have made some joke of it

It was strange how I could feel so sane

So plain when you’re around

And unbidden to me, there it rose, the fantasy

Colored rose and easy

Yeah, I could see it so simple, unsubtle, impossible, clearly and strange

Far and as close as a mountain range on the horizon

Driving all day, there I was, so sane

So plain after everything

Gas came down from a buck-twenty

The joke was how it broke the economy anyhow

The dollar was down, but my friends opened businesses

There were new children and again, I didn’t get married

I wasn’t close to my family

And my dad was raising a child in Nairobi

She was three now, he told me