'I Measure My Luck By The Weather' Poem by Marty McKenna

i measure my luck by the weather;
i escaped a storm today,
we were just in and dry
when the night opened

and the luck had me
stand in my spot and listen
to the great wolf howl
from behind bigger trees.

gigantic rain slobbered my hands,
able to escape this surface tension
i smoked through it
blew into darkness,
waited to be called on my luck.

i wasn't. steeped in her heat
i knelt where i could.

first published in 'dreich'
appears in the chapbook 'gently but a dream'