Part One - Storm
Withering breath of hurricane,
pounding gales and rising waters
howling blasts shake the earth on which we stand;
then eye of calm sets down all around, a sudden peace.
Sun filled skies gentle breezes,
like a wink and nudge from merciful heavens,
birds and animals loosen their grips on mooring places
everything seems to exhale, and settle.
Part two- Seeing her Life
Sometimes, her world was the eye of an unrelenting storm
where damning blasts subside,
and whirlpools of pain ebb to silence
as if they need to rest and gather,
for the passing of the calm
brings another storm, dread hangs in the sunshine
sadness on the soft touch of breeze,
for they pass unkindly.
Part three- in her shoes
So thinking, many women in my world
who felt the gentle touch of his love in the dead spot of the storm,
but knew lovers hands as hammers;
enduring thunders and blasts
that only paused to storm, and storm again.
And imagining the eye, standing as a child;
wondering as if beneath calm glimpse of sky
and soft kiss of wind… why? asking
why did they stay, and turning swiftly
to see the coming brunt of darkness
[a child being a child]
would step into the fresh puddles,
my face, my childhood reflections, staying and staying;
deeper answers in shallow waters.
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