Stormy

Your storm manifests

It’s so quiet, I see it building

We can’t build out of the disaster

Even though we have tried

It sinks like sand between our fingertips,

And our desert is wide

No water, it’s hidden in the cacti

We seek refuge in a deep mirage,

We seek refuge

In our brewing company

Our settling tornado,

That never knew it would manifest

It only sounds off,

And twists

And then, lays down

To collapse

I long to seek out your structure

And look inside your brewing glands,

To sink the brewing process

And create wonders

That I know you are capable of

Together, with my clumsy

Footing,

I’ll try not to get my pumping mass

Caught up in the height of your storm

Because it passes,

It Passes

And then we dream a bit

No more sinking ships,

Just a submarine now.