Eye of the storm


Some days

it’s hard

to catch my breath

Feeling the air

as it rushes by

A whoosh and a gust,

But not life sustaining

Not slowing

to caress my face

Instead picking me,

Into the eye

of the hurricane

Things from within

are calm

Still

The speed outside

blurry

and overwhelming

I close my eyes

Slow time with a wish

And wait

for the storm to pass