Monday, August 24, 2009

"It's always darkest just before it goes pitch black"


Storm's a' comin'... I can feel it.
My body braced for the
full impact.
I can't control the weather.

All I can do is adjust the thermostat
inside
my head.

So I'm boarding the windows,
battening the
hatches,
securing the valuables
in preparation
for the squall.
Then again, maybe I should let
it all
blow away in a cyclonic clearing of
the debris...

The gale-force winds could destroy me
or
allow something new to emerge
from the
wreckage.
The goal and my current mantra
is to
surrender to opportunity...


3 comments:

cafe selavy said...

Emotional weather report. Early Tom Waits. You are a such a helpless (sic) romantic.

No storms, though, please. No storms.

Rhonda Prince said...

I am indeed helpless and hopeless...haven't found the cure yet. Or how to stop storms...

beatriz said...

you are a rare, honest poet. great metaphors and expression.