The iciest cold
The rockiest coastline
The hottest desert
And when I say life
Of course I mean
Homo sapiens
Though I flinch
In a fusillade
Of wind and rain
I stay on deck
Deep breath
A deep breath
In place and time
Crossing
From what was
To what will be
From the holding on
Returning
To the letting go
Cuts through the gloom
Lights up the night
Love’s the call
Which sets me right
Sheltered from
The wind
A little
Below the cloud
Upon the land
This restful haven
And I
Perturbed by
Surly wind
Stand upon
This blackened shore
Witness to
Such vicious storm
Attest to irony
As anger seeps
Drawn from me
In receding waves
While despair
My unhappy lot
Whisked from me
By driven air
To mingle with
The passing cloud
Once pollution
Once wildfire
Once winter storms
Twice undesired
Once intended
Often spectacular
Demanding
A different
Perspective
So when it does
I shout out
To the atmospheric mayhem
It’s lingered there
As long as I remember
While the horizon calls to me
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