He sends me Jesus in the curve
past the point where darkness slips in,
chasing thoughts like leaves in a spin
spiraling down like rain in a frenzy,
how had I forgotten
as I rush about filling the minutes
anything to soothe the mind
as fear carries my mind away on the wind.
We sit watching through windows
strands slamming back and forth
like beads in hands of a child
as the parade passes on
the colors move like ripples
shining beacons of a new memory.
Voices across miles take me into shelter,
safe in the deep breaths calming
as we sit on a concrete island
surrounded by fury
tamed by none,
and they say the Seminoles came
blessings this place and keeping safe
from destruction and I’ve stood
amongst their burial mounds
saying prayers and though I did not know
this urban legend till after
I can feel the strength of nature
in feathers laying at my feet.
I gather them up,
the storm talisman
and watch the fireflies bob and weave,
and the butterflies linger perhaps
watching the pink scarf of coolness around my neck,
I wonder where it is that they go
when the might and howling waltzing winds spin
round and round
one two three one two three
breathing in and out
I let it go
and slide into a sleep surreal.
An image of the eclipse sent to me from my Dad, telling me he found Jesus and sent him to us for protection. Thanks Dad, it is a sigh so incredible. Thoughts on the hurricane, hope you enjoy.