Storms

When waves crash

Let me be a deeply rooted rock

Integral to the earth itself

Solid down to the heat

Where magma stirs my feet

With primal warmth

To which I can retreat

Far from the cold and violent froth

And water pooling

Running down and down

Removing from my face

With its persistence

Microcosmic grains to join the sand.

Let my deep heart rise unmoved

To meet the water

Patient, calmly waiting

For this barrage of waves to pass

For sun’s return

As all the moving, living things

Open their small mouths

Receiving what they need

In their right time

At wave’s crash

Or in quiet pooling

Or in pale star shine.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 30, 2011