His enthusiasm for his job
leaps through the screen
as he smiles and talks about
the newest snowstorm
that’s going to wreck
your morning commute.
His glee for hurricane-force winds
that will knock you off your feet
fall gently on your ears as he issues
his “small pet warning”
but even your cat doesn’t care
about its inevitable doom of being blown away.
His intensity for the spring floods
can be seen by his emphatic hand gestures
to let you know how serious it is
to be down by the river
and that you need to watch
your kids and your dogs near there.
It makes you wonder if he sits
in the passenger seat and just stares
at the sky whenever he has to get anywhere,
and whether the driver ever knows
any peace or whether they now know
every type of cloud in the sky and what that means
to the weatherman.
Big Horn Mountains, August 2019