how I got here
i do not know...
the storm sudden and severe
here in the eye though
there is calm
pulling up my lawnchair
i sit
watching the world of debris
swirl around me
things that I thought were mine
are not
they've passed
they are gone
(lightening flashes)
some things are recognizable
even if for only a moment
if i were to reach out
to grasp
i would be a part of the storm
swept away
sitting keeps me safe,
the storm will pass,
things will not be what they were
nor will they be otherwise
for now i'll sip my tea
there is light in the eye
by Jerry Douglas
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