Circular Conversation with Hurricane
Said Storm, I found myself in disturbance
and depression. Winding up among
warm waters and churned fishes.
Torrential rages and spinning
into calm waterfront property.
A monster is what you are.
I arrive organized, roared Storm.
It's you that clings. Holds on.
I make liquid, your firmament.
You certainly have the wind
at your back. So it's no surprise
you would gather in righteousness.
But I'm full of calm. Witness
my center. If you would only accept
who I am inside. The sky is lovely.
For now. Here comes your eyewall.
Here comes my eyewall, for now.