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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