Earning the Weight

I’m a terrible contradiction

I should have known better
Than to fret over
Gaseous specters
under a lagoon moon

I should have guessed
the rich, full, blessed
coffee earth nuzzled in a mug

composition of,
announcing the now,
dark trimmings of last weeks storm
possessor a perfect predator
pinpoint the moment of failure,
a snake-skin left behind.