twisters

savagely whirling surreal dream produces a harsh reality

tornadoes moving on flat horizon’s field of vision 
traveling fast west to east at alarming speed
raising rubble, wild debris whirling winds
swinging trees prairie grass in their paths
moving militarily, spinning funnels
stripping, piercing, stinging,twisting the land
i count them, a wind’s brigade 
fifteen twenty, thirty five
heading east on a planned mission
fearless, unstoppable, bent on start to finish
atmospheric plague
ominous, fills my heart with dread
silver white horizon breeds more
in the distance i see in the northeast sky
hundreds more, they spawn, descend
touching down in ordered sequence
from cotton shaped cumulus clouds 
at some unearthly power’s behest
i am surrounded,
my domain and land astounded
no place to run or even hide
my soul my mind and heart cannot abide
ominous omen, i cry and cry
reach my arms up to the sky
the whirling winds carry me away
then find myself awake 
my head is spinning in a reeling vertigo
i rise from bed 
urinate, wonder and ponder
i grope my way into the shower
it is time for me to go to work