days of inconsistency

I started early this morning
treating myself to store brewed coffee
the morning filled with cloudless rain
the counterpart to last night's heat lightning
neither possible without the dreary heat
and smothering humidity of the south
neither exactly what it seems to be
one of storms invisible in the distance
light flashes carrying farther in darkness
the other invisible clouds, but clouds
I have women who villainize me
for ruining their lives
by being with them
or by living apart
in equal numbers
if we are really just bits of film
projected by linear time
than all of the love
and all of the hate
will play over and over
into eternity
everything happening one time
to our way of seeing them
and everything happening at once