Hurricane

[pjthompson]

From the notebooks, September 20, 1997:


Hurricane

The winds are gentle,
but persistent. You cloud up,
they push you slowly
to the opposite horizon,
and all I can do
is watch and grieve.

It was a hurricane which brought you,
a raging storm that took me
into the whirl of you, into
that deep, still heart at the eye.
I forgot there was another edge
to the storm. We passed through
still intact, but the punishment
we took has loosened all moorings,
and so, gently, easily, inevitably
the storm claims you, even
when it is done. Drifting,
you are gone, and my horizons
are as clear as if you’d never been.

Comments

[helios137.livejournal.com]

*sigh* Beautiful.

[pjthompson]

Thank you.