Eye of the Storm

I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the Piedmont of North Carolina with gusts exceeding 100mph. I really wanted to see that eye. On the pretext of needing to check my weather station, I waited for the wind to stop howling and rushed out the back door. In the stillness my eyes were drawn upward. so still the weeping willow straightens First published in Contemporary Haibun Online.