The World Needs More of This…

riding out the hurricane

it’s not the wind
gusting and howling like mad
it’s not the rain
building and pooling at your doorstep
it’s not the trees
creaking and threatening homes
it’s not the dark
it’s not the looters
the curfews
the lack of power

it’s the fever
the quiet, the waiting
the nothing
the wandering mind

eating you inside out

the cant do
shouldn’t do

it’s the fever that’s the worst part
as you wait for the storm to pass