Twister

A happy breeze

Stirs

Dust

And leaves

 

In the heart

Of me,

Skittering

Remnants

 

Of trees,

Of grass

Across

My aching

 

Chest.

Stronger

It breathes

Pulling

 

My belly

Toward

Something"

Something

 

That needs

To be there.

A gust

Bends me,

 

A young

Tree,

My branches

Grasping,

 

Trying

To hold

This stimulating

Force.

 

Now

This is

Too much

For me

 

To fight.

I am caught

In the twister,

Swirling

 

Endlessly,

Beautifully,

Frighteningly.

I am lost

 

In the eye

Of the windstorm

That keeps me

Safe,