Tempest

Do any of us really know what we want?

Disrupting our calm
Out of the lightning skies a tempest
Tornado smashing away at all we build
Our screams echo into the air
Cries of prayer to return the world to its former serenity
    Unheard
    Unheeded
The land erupts from beneath us
A torrent of the Earth's own life blood
Thick hot molten stone bearing down to bury us
Then suddenly it ceases
Cooling to solid just inches from our toes
  Yet strangely
As our eyes reclaim the sense of calm
Once again surrounding us
We call out to the sky
To bring again its tempest of destruction

~~September, 1997