The sky is threatening,
still, I swallow the truth and wait.
Winds pick at the edges
and it’s hard not to notice,
just how dependent I’ve become.
Silence has settled peacefully,
I wait here for the eye to come.
Caught up in the moment
I yearn for you.
Prayers churn inside, and so I
meditate on certain words
at least it gives me
some sort of shelter.
Curled up, with my back against it,
the rain’s daggers dig into my skin.
Still, this is better than the nothing
I was getting before the storm.
There is that part of me,
that will wait through all temperatures
the highs and lows do not matter.
Tonight I sit weathered and worn.
I’ve stopped using hours
to count and tell time,
ever since the sky too
was abused by the lightening strikes.
A flash slaps the calm between gusts,
and then, another strike.
We wait, and can’t help but flinch
even though we know
the sky is going to erupt and explode.
And there it is
the entire house shakes.
Windows feel like they’re going to shatter
the violence feels natural, it passes quick.
Sheets of sorrowful rain
follow the pounding surf.
The wailing grows even louder now.
People rush to my shores
seeking some sort of relief.
Nostalgia means I am their father figure.
It helps I stay the course,
even though, I have no real guide myself
so I forecast the best I can
reassuring everything will be ok.
This latest disaster will hit land soon,
Ive promised I’d bend to protect them.
Offering much more support,
than what they’ve offered themselves.
The waves reach in with long fingers,
they keep taking
from the exhausted shoreline.
I turn from the destruction
and watch her
face the horizon head on.
She too is ready to fight the night
right alongside me, it’s a relief
knowing her emotional beacon
will be there high on the cliffs edge
guiding all of us
to another morning of safety.