Wrapped in a blanket and sitting on my porch this morning, I am finding some calm within the storm raging in my heart. People I love are in the midst of a hurricane. I feel it may be larger than a category 5 and the survivors will be broken and battered if they withstand the galeforce winds. As if to say, I understand, the breeze around me shifts and caresses the chimes that are here with me. Everything feels off and foreign. My hands shake with sadness at not knowing how to save the others. I drink in the morning sun though and try to focus on the sounds of nature as it awakens to a normal day.
© Paula Mull/rockymtnpoet
March 4, 2018