Poem-A-Day: Day 191

Hurricane

Her sly angle changed obtuse
in the different light of the sun
setting in a hurricane,
purplish blues and high speed winds
tussling hairs,
tying knots and have me knots
out of the thick strands
while I watch from the shore
and admire the water jets
ascending to the heavens,
and taking all the hell with them,
I watch,
and light a moment of clarity
with windproof thoughts,
spitting the silt on the sand
and stomping it with rubber soul.