This storm will pass
as all storms pass
like weather moves
swiftly across the islands
a heavy hush that moves libations

as nature rearranges her altar of grandeur
thunder clamours and steadiness does not falter
wind rages and resolve does not break

all that was chaff and all that was wheat
danced across the fields
went below the roots
but did not lose ground

a vessel of Mother stood unshaken
a chalice offering with resolutions for prosperity
healing that did not spill upon the fecund earth,
but came in rapturous as rain, thick like milk
from the udder of the cow
that only flows for love

the perfect storm surges through
the cerulean sea
shot with turquoise and olivine
hosting aqua stained glass marine scapes
of deliquium colossal revolving
majestically morphing barrels of undiluted madness

the inked jet beauty jumping a bullet train
that you’ll have to turn and face
to get where you’re going
listen to the salt in your tears
that take you beyond this wall of water
tinged with tahitian pearl treasures

tempests rolling in jouissance return to the ocean
and reach again for the shore
tempests that swoon into pure white foam
gift back what belongs to the sea

may they lay to rest old bones
leave no trace, but for a legacy
as the swell of my devotion shall be