Notification Weather

My thumb keeps lowering the bucket. News, wedding, wildfire, joke. A dog in a yellow coat.

I have waited a century for your message to turn blue. Civilizations rose in the kitchen.

In every room I count the exits, measure the windows,

Call me when you arrive, I tell my grown son, then pretend the sentence

All night the rain keeps the ledger, counting each roof tile twice, tapping the gutter for answers,

Because the bus was late, I watched an old man split an orange and give the brighter half