37

All of a sudden it is bitter cold
As if the weather punished human faults
Looked at my wandering and thought, all told,
I was a fool for all my fits and halts.
How could I go away during the term
Or if I ought to be elsewhere, then why
Did not my self-convinction then hold firm
And keep me there despite of all that I
Had to do here? The weather does not care
For those of us with plural motivations
It wields its weight and power here and there
To force us out of inner co-locations.
And yet I know the weather does not reason;
The cold's not from my moving but the season.