#12

I thought that this storm was going to blow me over,
that the water rising from the creek would wash all things away,
clearing debris and moving it about the landscape:
destroying parts...recreating parts.
I thought then that the snow, which would surely come by midnight
and stay until morning,
would cover all, leaving things clean and new,
turning all edges round and soft.
And for a moment, the world became a very exciting place to be,
and that feeling remained, and still remains
for things are stormy all the time.