The Storm (part of the collection Beaufort 10)

There was simply no warning

no signal, no color, no sign

that could have prepared me for him.

eyes wide, arms long, he reached into my city and turned everything on its

head.

he shook the trees, he cupped the clouds and blew

he flicked and flickered and things were lost in the water

I stepped out from the foyer

and watched as my hair flew into the air

tendrils reaching towards the sky like there was something there they desperately

needed

I looked down

and he was standing right there

his face tipped towards the sky like he, too, looked for something in its end

less

height.

his fingers were splayed, reaching like my hair

but they remained at his sides like he couldn't bear

to show

how much he needed it, too.