I was oblivious that morning, when

dawn’s saffron mantle fatefully appeared

towards the north. It should have dawned again

when westerlies of gale proportion veered

towards the south. And yet another clue:

a rainbow arced across a cloudless sky

though not a speck of rain or pearl of dew

was on the ground.  I never questioned why

phenomena on so profound a scale

impacted on that day. I felt no cause

to ponder oddities to countervail

these seeming quirks of nature. There I was,

just staring into space; preoccupied

with introspective matters of the heart.

For all I know, the oceans might have dried

that solitary day we spent apart.