Amongst the trees
Beyond the rock
Beyond the seas
Sheltered from
The wind
A little
Below the cloud
Upon the land
This restful haven
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
Ten thousand more
When what’s now green
Was naught but fields of ice
Or so the legends say
Antarktica
Where all tribes came
Hard to see
In my mind
The numbers
Of the past
What once were billions
Flight reduced
To millions
In the exodus
From the desert sand
Earth had become
To this plot
Of icy rock
But there
The resort so close
I nearly feel the warmth
Of the golden window light
The frontage seems
To brace against the weather
Like I sometimes do in a storm
Arms outstretched
Head on into the rippling wind
The noise
The chaos
The violence
But by finding within these
The song
The rhythm
The transformation
Therein I discover
The beauty in all things
Therein awaits
Serenity
Therein am I
Transformed
Electricity and engines
Polymers and composites
Production lines and factories
I could not make
A single thing I’ve brought