Gustily wind on the backdrop of calm skies
You and I are the molecular dust that collides in the upper atmosphere where the laws of nature rule
It is in the eye where illusive comfort in silence laughs at the unaware
Like restricted navigation through a potential light display across the heavens for all to see
We flow with the wind in circles and hope that the laws that govern cosmic attraction will not steer us closer
In the eye of the storm rests the memory of untouched magic
Where past baggage disperses in harmonious scatter and fear bows to daring gumption in cyclones of lust
In the eye of the calm rests the illusive lie that lightning strikes the same place twice
In the eye of the storm, our fragments are a collective of yes please and no, please
Of right yes and wrong no and amalgamations of ethical warfare in between
Yesterday I watched the swirl of destructive restraint light fire in your eyes
Yesterday I mourned the collision of charged souls
Yesterday had mother – nature curled in fetal angst over the lightning storm that defied her name.
I am a full-time broadcast journalist and writer. When I am not engrossed in environmental justice, human rights and politics – I write poetry.