In the long storm I reached
Across and touched her
Folded arm. She was unafraid,
And asleep. The thunder shot all
Around us. Rain slipped in
Along the wooden windowsill. I
Thought of the sea - the wind
There - a gale riding a small
Ship. I wondered on Phoenicians.
The water is never quiet; it moves.
Moves doesn't silent.
I heard a telephone ring in the
Thunder, but it was only thunder.
Then I looked up from my
Thoughts. Our community of animals
Had gathered around me with
Prayers in their eyes. My
Head got quiet. We shook out
The storm alone.
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