It’s where I’d like to take and hold my mind
sometimes…far from here or anywhere
human…where I imagine the wild wind
must go those days or nights it feels despair
and just wants peace…exhausted from constant
whirl and curling…bending and breaking trees
and windows…turning gentle rain to instant
storm…Does it pray, do you think…howling please
end my tortuous wandering…I once
walked Cabot’s downtown…years ago…after
a tornado crushed it to rubble…no sense
to how it left a single building here…
another there…like thin surrendered warriors…
made clear how humans really have no power…
Roger Armbrust
September 6, 2020
