Living Through Destruction

we sit on a roof top watching

the clouds coat the top

of the world and give notice

of the storm heading our way.

the beach below is showing

signs of life and i wonder

why we need to run. do the

creatures of the sea run?

don't the birds stay

in their trees? i watch the

blue clearwater ripple with

life as the tourists take

their tee shirts, sea shells,

and fried skins to flee back

to where they come from.

While we sit on the roof

as the winds rise up and the

bay water tips off white,

and in the distance the gray

and black blend, and the fury

that is coming to life out

there is so mesmerizing and

enticing that not even women

hold this gaze from me as long,

but much like a woman it keeps

me waiting. Waiting until she is

ready to come ashore and show me

nature’s way of

living through destruction

and tearing me apart under the

sheet of the night.

12.04.02