Breathe the Hurricane
The sky flew toward the whipping wind
-a spiral of ominous slate
The gulf kicked waves of an ocean's size
to batter the surfer's face
There's no going into the water today
the dessert-like sandstorm hurls needles your way
The riptide of Africa throws off its spray
The fish have all swam for their lives- Get away!
The pelicans know to hold tight and bob
and the palm trees anchor their weight
Roots intertwined, they hold hands under sand
in an effort the storm to deflate.
Do these squalls full of rain rage
call you like they call me?
Do you run to the east when the fright
makes the rest flee?
The passionate souls of our family of three
exhilarates us as we hurricane breathe.
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