The Eye of the Storm

Darkened spiral of impending doom Hovering over the tortured ocean Thrashing in a state of gloom But there's some calm within the motion Nestled deep within its womb A well formed eye, where life is still Easing chaos, bringing peace Shielding those that had their fill But just as soon as wind gusts cease The storm returns: intent to kill Palm trees snap, tornadoes spawn Entire neighborhoods destroyed Everything familiar: gone Replaced by nothing, just a void Until we face the rising dawn The morning after: quiet yet A gentle breeze, just like the eye Except there is no looming threat A flooded world beneath the sky That will rebuild, but not forget September 8, 2021 Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet