Stormed Out

I check the time and see that it is now.
The map confirms that where we are is here.
I look as far as gathering clouds allow.

What is a place when landmarks disappear?
Who knew wind blew so wildly? All fell down.
The map confirms that where we are is here.

It’s already hard to think this was a town
and that a forest. Where are all the trees?
Who knew wind blew so wildly? All fell down.

If there is no inside, tonight we’ll freeze.
Where the sun shown briefly through, would that be east
and that a forest? Where are all the trees?

Of all our problems it is not our least
that we learn that what we’ve lost we never liked.
Where the sun shown briefly through, would that be east?

We kept eyes closed and heads down as we hiked.
I check the time and see that it is now
that we learn that what we’ve lost we never liked.
I look as far as gathering clouds allow.

5 thoughts on “Stormed Out

  1. This is a wonderful poem, both on its surface reading and in its deeper metaphorical sense.

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