POEM: Tempest

Tempest

A hurricane sweeps through Iowa;
a massive vertical tunnel,
dark as night and fierce as you.

Somewhere ahead is the world
where we love one another,
but the path there is dangerous.

Relatives text in to confirm:
We’re ok, it missed us.
Everyone is safe.

It’s not the desire that’s lacking,
it’s the certainty of the outcome.
There’s never a way to know.

Another text: There were twisters
all around us as we watched
from our balcony.

The danger of the maelstrom
is worth it, though, for the chance
at a life inside your heart.

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27 April 2024
Charlottesville VA
NaPoWriMo Day 27