Tornado Dream

Earth Pigment in Egg Tempura on Paper


My life was a whirlwind,

Until a whirlwind came.


It took up the ashes, 

The dust and the leaves,


Whirled them around in circles of ease.


The isolated howl,

That grew with its approach,

Made my stomach turn.


It blew through me, 

Or did it take me away?

Was I too heavy

For its circular sway.


After it was gone,

All silence was behold,

Where it went to, 

Nothing told.