Contemplating the turmoil
Roiling in my head
I notice a point
Centre of the storm
Centre of my being
Around which all
The turbulence pivots
Roiling in my head
I notice a point
Centre of the storm
Centre of my being
Around which all
The turbulence pivots
There’s calm there
I fight my way toward it
Seeking the source of such peace
But bucked and buffeted
By the tumult
I make no headway
In the intensifying storm