A soft ripple through the trees
far away,
echoes of a distant shore.
Sweeping nearer, nearer
suddenly roaring
with violent presence.
Enveloping with intensity,
forcing me to root down
deeper, slower, surer
lest I blow away
leaving my body behind.
The deafening roar
can no longer be ignored,
violently stripping trees
of old branches,
making space for
the new.
Undeniable pain and loss
in plain sight.
Screaming for help.
Demanding our care
to midwife in
the new.
Tomorrow yet unseen,
all we can do
is care for today.
