A gust of wind
Becomes
A storm
Of intensity
An urgency
An ache
Fulfilment
The need
And now
Out of reach
The whirlwind
All around me
While I sit
Collectively
In the eye
And gaze beyond
The stillness
And past the
Rush
And gush
Incredulous
At the passive
Pensive
Disharmony
I alone
Have created
Responsibility
Consequences
Enormity
And I sit
And silently
Control the
Raging
Uncontrollable
Fire within
good poem
Ron
ron parrish