Weight of Air...That Storm

weight of air, weight of air

pressures the joints.

weight of the air

builds in that storm

storming in my head.

stir the soup that sat all night

building, gaining power

to rain down the throat and spine.

millibars or hectopascals disappear, 

there is something particularly peculiar

about this atmosphere!

weight of air, weight of air

spike, row, highs and lows.

weight of the air

changes quick time, then gone.

head to hip, aches, and pains

swarm these coordinates,

breathing index at pollen claims

bend at this muddy river,

bend around bluffs just about 253

elevation drop, white capping jet streams

down Ozarks of purest air, storms felt her.

these most painful coordinates

fall and clash in the delta.

weight of air, weight of air

pressures warm blood.

weight of air, weight of air

causes migraines. extreme floods

boil here at this place

where cold fronts hit gulfstreams,

this place of no standard atmosphere.

this place where storms clash,

tornadoes... peculiar winds

drawl on about southern humidity.

weight of air, weight of air!

here the seasons swelter

one into the other.

fluctuating swings of temperatures

till one takes over in the delta.

snow rarer than ice, pain of pains

grow too much into waves of heat storms,

lightning flash of headstorms,

thundering bio-storms hang

in such a painful atmosphere,

this place! these points–

some magnetic storm of fault lines

fray and quake beneath the umbrella,

these joints...

don’t care what you say, weather causes pain!

extreme barometric pressures stuck in a pattern

of no pattern, on a brief trip home to the Mississippi delta,

weight of air, weight of air!