I arrive home
to the wreckage
of the tornado
that is a three-year-old.
the pieces scattered about
we both think
of how soon
the next storm
and how we
will welcome its coming.
The night was ripped
by the lightning,
the thunder piercing
our dreams, awakening us
to the shadow’s play
on the skylight shades.
As I slip back into sleep
the gods turn their backs
and continue to argue
well into morning.
From twenty stories up
the fully fogged sky,
a translucent gray curtain
hung from an angry black ceiling.
and the streets below fade
into misty oblivion.
Even the approaching dusk
sits back in wonder.
She wondered what it would be like
to be an island, set off somewhere
in a vast ocean, tropical preferably
where the only sounds were
the ebb and flow of the waves,
the thunder of the occasional storm
and the whisper of leaves tossed
by the omnipresent sea breezes.
she liked isolation, the silence
of repetitive sounds, free of the shackles
the city imposed on all within.
She imagined she might never tire
of the freedom and island enjoyed,
patiently waiting for the visitor
who might not ever wash up
on her beaches, she indifferent
but willing to accept what the gods
might choose to offer or deny her.
The fly hovers before me
I stare at it trying to freeze
its diaphanous wings
to hold it, still, in my mind’s eye
locking it in a moment
that might last my eternity.
I sit calmly in the chair
staring out at the storm
building outside the window
as the fly stares at me
seeing a thousand faces
of awe and fear
For reasons no one can explain,
we have always assumed the gods
of the sea have it in for us,
witness shipwrecks and storms,
and the too occasional tsunami.
We assume they are a petulant lot,
given to fits of pique and with
a means of expression of that pique
certainly denied to mere mortals.
It is why, we only set out to sea
with great trepidation, why we
kiss the shore upon our safe return,
as if to express thanks for not
becoming the sea gods’ latest victim.
We will not admit that their anger
may stem from our rejection,
when we elected, eons ago,
to crawl out of the sea and walk away.