Entry 28: Center


my toes solid on the ground

the vortex thrashing around

me, my stomach feels the uneasy

tickle of the winds sweeping

threatening to yank me

into the spin cycle of dust and trees

and houses, the screeches pierce

through my ears

to my brain, destabilize me

and I get swept

into the vortex

thrashing limbs,

contorted neck,

dust in eyes,

wind-tangled legs,

without success

i grasp in the air,

reaching for the calm

close, it is there

desperate for the

still center

out of reach

of the tornado

grasp again

for the tornado’s