The Storm
by Sharon Portnoff
On the way in
His eye centered him
He could see the wind for what it was: temporary
He kept silent
Lost his home
But could return when he wanted to
By stomping his shoes
On the way out
Her eye blinded her
She could not see the wind for what it was: temporary
She kept silent
Lost her home
Could not return when she needed to
And had no shoes
Where are you, Ariel?
Where is the color?
What are the rules of the calm?
Copyright © 2017 by Sharon Portnoff.