My First Hurricane

Like a dead leaf

Lifted from the scorched summer earth

Now wet and almost green

Like a dead leaf

Carried by a thundercloud

And brought to water by wind:

I am here in the eye of the storm

Dizzy, motionless,

Suspended in the humid air

Waiting.

Trees tremble.

I breathe slowly.

I have known tempests, squalls, and gentle rain.

You are my first hurricane.