Storm's Eye

A smoky sky left the faucet on

unleashing a torrential storm so harsh that

the trees cried beneath suffocating

grey waves.

From the perch of a sinking mountain,

infant in sharp metallic manger adds to the song of tears,

its little fingers grasping at motherless air.

On high, swooping and bruised, a stork flies between

flashes of blue lightning.

Spying the toddler rattling his demands, the white and black bird dives.

Hitting the ground hard, it takes a tumble

a sad snap whispers into the air.

The creature’s pride broken, it hops closer to the trough.

The little one has stopped crying; its breath soft.

Aimless journey begotten paralyzing aches.

The bird droops its beak as nature’s currents

overtake the mountain.