The Stormy Day
THE STORMY DAY
Awoken by
Rumbling in the
Deep distance
Shallow waters subside and
Gliding across white wakes
Makes for the sanctuary,
A distant glimmer in the
Heart of the storm bird.
Building and gathering,
The mind on the shore
Busies itself and
Attempt numerous things
Without success.
The dark brooding hood
Brings fear and loathing
As struggling winds gather
To take the solitary man
Out to water.
What is he doing?
The rumblings fade
As silent glistening eyes
Peer out across the clear horizon.
Tears fall from a cluttered sky,
Having raised up
From this great lively mass.
Endless minute movements
Slowly carry the man
Out to sea.
Copyright © Josh Roelink | Year Posted 2014
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