A Crimple in the Wind

Do you miss the days
When far horizons
Lay where your eyes reached?

Have you ever watched
A storm front blow in,
Seeming ominous,

And wished you didn’t know
How local it was,
A forecasted blip

In the climate shift?
It looked like the end
Or the beginning

Of something greater
Than it was, and you,
Being still smaller,

Had to know how small
Knowing the storm’s size
Made your horizons.