My Own Weather

Walking home in the rain, umbrella forgotten, I decide that from now on
   I make my own weather.

In the midst of the doldrums
   I'm a tornado of energy.

If it's snowing and my fingers and toes start to freeze,
   I relax and flood them with warm blood from my core.

When it's scorching,
   I'm the ice man, imperturbable, cool.

And inside a thunderstorm
   I am the unmoving pivot around which the world turns.

^z - 2009-04-17