playing possum

The seasons are trading off the four corners of the US. San Diego is having Death Valley temps, Boston is pushing Florida temps, Florida is unseasonably cool, and San Francisco is unpredictable as always.

Here is Eavan Boland's "Atlantis-- a Lost Sonnet"

How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades, 
not to mention vehicles and animals—had all 
one fine day gone under?

I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?
I miss our old city —

white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting 
under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe 
what really happened is 

this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and 
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of 

where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name
and drowned it.

How indeed? Must have been global warming.