Gale

Tossing
             and
                            Turning

In a tornado of weighted and knowing Uncertainty

The unleashed wind

                                                   is a raving tempest

                       of sheer power

                                          and ability –

              too much ability.

                                   All this seemingly infinite

             possibility

                                    just a thought away.

and this hurricane

covers and

encapsulates

my world

At the twitch of my finger –

Manhattan is

barraged by

jet streams of pensiveness

                                The blink of my eye –

Gaza pyramids are

                drenched by

monsoons of musing

Yes.....                                                                      Yes!

The biosphere is flooded and storming

hurricanes, tornadoes, typhoons

Covering all –

including me.

                         Me?

flood-waters of ferocious thought rise

buffeted by gusts of anxxiousness

                soaked by the rain of uncertainty

            the tossing

and

                             turning

              now            out 

                         of

 control

Why?

Begining to drown in my own fears

enveloped in a waterspout of

borderline

insanity.

I was God.

At least it felt so.

Realizing the Gales of knowledge

                     are only

                                                  of

this

                                       world –

And the water retracts out of

weakened lungs

And the Cumulonimbus clouds

begin to disperse

And the hurricane winds settle 

As I settle on

the foothills

of knowing

peace