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.