Eye of the Storm
Sweating in the calm humidity
Steaming up from earth’s fragility,
Havoc in the quiet still awaits
Another surge that anticipates
A yet-to-face grim reality.
In your soft eyes is serenity
To direct storms’ evil deity
Away from harm’s cruel fates.
Sweating in the calm.
Watching skies with temerity,
Closing distance with a surety
That wind and rain rain rain rain creates
Fear, screaming sounds, but for now abates
As life regroups its vitality,
Sweating in the calm.
© 2004 Thomas A. Ekkens