04-27-2016, 10:05 PM
Mostly not about the weather
'It's a temperate clime, and the mist is a warning
there'll be light rain at some point of time this year.'
Said a vintner in the Atacama desert one morning
when I asked him why he'd decided to settle here.
'Your answer makes me think', I said, 'of a mate
who planted Pinot Noir outside Murmansk town.
For him, climate change will always come too late,
now he buys his breakfast by retailing beer.'
'They never believed me,' said the man darkly
'when I carried an umbrella on the driest of days.
They called me a liberal, PhD from Berkeley,
and closet supporter of the clandestine gays,
the Lord of the Lizards stood me up larkly -
now their bones lie buried in the Cretaceous clays.'
'Are you saying that you're Noah?' I asked amazed.
'You're obviously Chinese. I can tell by your dry knees.'
(that's cockney for slant eyes, doesn't sound so racist).
'I'm Noah', he chastised, 'the death metal bassist'*
That was when I discovered that my maps were off
We weren't in Chile, but in Kansas (Goff)**
and it rained here plenty, and tornadoed too.
Job would have loved it, and his tribal Guru.
Don't ask me why the vintner decided to settle there, but because it wasn't the Atacama, the reason won't be as interesting.
* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arsis
** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goff,_Kansas
'It's a temperate clime, and the mist is a warning
there'll be light rain at some point of time this year.'
Said a vintner in the Atacama desert one morning
when I asked him why he'd decided to settle here.
'Your answer makes me think', I said, 'of a mate
who planted Pinot Noir outside Murmansk town.
For him, climate change will always come too late,
now he buys his breakfast by retailing beer.'
'They never believed me,' said the man darkly
'when I carried an umbrella on the driest of days.
They called me a liberal, PhD from Berkeley,
and closet supporter of the clandestine gays,
the Lord of the Lizards stood me up larkly -
now their bones lie buried in the Cretaceous clays.'
'Are you saying that you're Noah?' I asked amazed.
'You're obviously Chinese. I can tell by your dry knees.'
(that's cockney for slant eyes, doesn't sound so racist).
'I'm Noah', he chastised, 'the death metal bassist'*
That was when I discovered that my maps were off
We weren't in Chile, but in Kansas (Goff)**
and it rained here plenty, and tornadoed too.
Job would have loved it, and his tribal Guru.
Don't ask me why the vintner decided to settle there, but because it wasn't the Atacama, the reason won't be as interesting.
* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arsis
** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goff,_Kansas
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe