Caught in a Storm-- North, South, East, West Baltimore snow drifts, high enough to Swallow a five-year-old. Lost in white I had to fight. Biscayne Bay Crossing the Causeway, A twirl of wind Blackened in tornado gusts. A sixteen-year-old Shaking in trust. Puerto Rican Gales Palm trees like sales The hurricane lifts a thirty-year-old High above the cars Dropped on cliffs edge Crawls to safe harbor. Storms travel, even if I stay still And then there are mind storms Quelled by The ferocity of Nature’s redeeming beauty.
