THE STORM

THE STORM

THE WIND MUST BE LONELY TONIGHT

IT’S TRYING TO COME IN THROUGH EVERY OPENING

AND SAD

I HEAR IT MOANING

AND ANGRY

WHIPPING THE TREES IN ITS FRENZY

WHEN EXPLAINED

THE WHY OF THE STORM

ABOUT HIGHS AND LOWS

MILLIBARS

PRESSURE GRADIENTS

DOESN’T DIMINISH THE POWER OF THE STORM

BUT INCREASES THE AWE

HOW COULD SOMEONE

SOMETHING

DESIGN

AND BUILD

SUCH A THING

THIS SELF PERPETUATING MACHINE

IT’S AS IF A TEXTBOOK

WERE A PRAYER BOOK

EARLY MAN

AND STILL TODAY

TRIES TO APPEASE GOD BY BARGAINING

LIKE JOINING A MONASTERY

IF HE’LL LET YOU SURVIVE

 

OR SLAUGHTER MANY ANIMALS

OR WORSE

PEOPLE

TO A VORACIOUS

HUNGRY GOD

THERE IS NO EXPLAINING

THE WRATH OF THE STORM

IT IS MINDLESS

IT RESPONDS TO RULES

MADE AT CREATION

WOULD THAT WE COULD

RESPOND TO RULES

MADE AT OUR CREATION

NOT MINDLESSLY

BUT FOLLOWING THE ANCIENT DICTUM

FIRST DO NO HARM

FRANK A VOLLMER