Cyclones

Written by: Matt Caliri

When does the cyclone grow more shallow?
In the circling world, when does the fight become futile?
Your love is an ocean I only see now as a rivulet
Between the cracks of a sidewalk.
I'm there now with a cup, and the universe,
Which does not know me, and will not know me when I leave.

(*RIP Christopher Hitchens)