I sit and consider the eye of the storm
As the past collides with the present.
A gale-force reminder, it's happened before,
in hindsight the wind and the waves are transformed,
I sit and consider the eye of the storm.
A sight or a sound, from earth or from heaven,
a lance of lightning that comes unexpected,
a thunderous memory, fully restored.
I sit and consider the eye of the storm,
As the past collides with the present.
Painting credit: Karen Koski
