These eaves have hung above me
in the freezing winter rain
in the rain and the groaning heat of August.
They have watched me shiver in a borrowed jacket
saturated with cologne and cold air
They have seen me stretch sweaty legs after a morning run
wearing shorts in the spiderweb sunrise
Weather makes the rounds and I have been thoroughly seasoned
Waiting for the elements to choose my clothes
Watching the changing skies.
These eaves and I are constants
Wind-blown and watching.