The eye of the storm

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