Caught Inside The Eye

Nature—Lord of everything

its blizzards and its droughts


Talking back to a hurricane,

you whisper as it shouts


Your treasured possessions lie in wait

for floods to take away


That rumble heard beneath your feet

to swallow as you pray


Those things you grow and seeds you plant,

the locust comes to claim


As tidal waves begin to form

—you powerless to blame


(The New Room: November, 2021)

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