After the passing of a tropical wave —
not the one that laps against the shore
sometimes gentle like puppy love
or loud and crashing like thoughts in the dead of the night —
when sleep evades.
The type that passes high in the sky with
dark clouds, thunder, and streak shows —
preamble to the freak show
of twisting motion going clockwise,
then counterclockwise.
Dead calm in the center — I envy
So unlike my emotions on days
when thinking there is so much create
in too little time
and I don’t pause to meditate.
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© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love