_77. Don’t Rain

Not while I’m still twelve miles
from anything resembling a destination.
Don’t let me be soaked
in my own improvidence and disregard
for forecasts. I would like such
behavior to be rewarded, noted as
courage and, should the venture succeed,
form-breaking insight.
But you can’t have it both ways;
most turns at genius fail even
more often than their more methodical
meteorological counterparts.
So we return to blind hope:
let me get at least to the bridge overpass
before I’m proven wrong.