Wednesday, August 31, 2005

near the eye august 29, 2005 *

i.

i’m watching the back yard
dance in the winds, trees
moving their hips in a circular
motion to match the salsa
rhythms
of the wind.

it’s

seven or eight.
the light is
filtered

through dirty
dishwater clouds
and
lightning
flashes as the day darkens upon

the city.

and i with my open
window, blinds shoved upward,

am awake alone, my roommates long since sleeping,
as i watch the trees
shake
their hair and tango in
the gusts of the wind
to the music that
cannot be heard, only watched quietly

in awe
of power, and beauty.





ii.
the sky is misty, all
the water in the air
thrown by the winds

back and forth
splattering buckets against
my window
in a cycle of nature’s finest
powers of destruction

and i am watching the pines

bend down,
like supplicants
down

no vegetation untouched
by the dancing winds,
the four foot
weeds in our back yard
crushed
as
they start, and slow
bend
and blow
in the buffets
from
all sides, a
beautiful
synchronized

chaos as the trees find the
rhythm and ride,

body swaying, hips
beating a life well-
lived.




*senior thesis poem.
about, obviously enough, experiencing hurricane katrina as it bore through mobile

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