why did the storm come early and leave late?
I searched for the doughnut, not the hole
how the eye of the storm looks at me with hate
the great disruptor that will come and go
where is the window that gathers no fears –
only awe from your tears? when will those calm
weary moments come between chaos and cheers?
who was it? was it me, was it you?
who came early and left late?
running out of rhymes and reasons
questions in a world of storms
(for Julee, Angelo and David)