When I look back I cannot remember
the beginning of it all.
Beasts have roamed free
and preyed off babes.
Storms raged ceaselessly,
creating such catastrophe.
Mothers buried their children
& gathered survivors to their breasts
where the last of the sun shone

I rode that raging storm
till I could bear no more.
Found a desolate landscape.
Felt I could rest there
in that place of bones.
Everything subsiding at last.
Endless silence

But a hand broke through
that inert sky
to lead me back.
This journey I'm meant to take.

Slowly slowly I find the eye
of the storm
& lay myself down