Storm and Dark

There was wind.
It was dark.
The noise was loud and frightening.
And I was alone.
Made microscopic through my solitude,
minuscule by the vastness of its hunger.
I clutched the parts I could hold
for fear of spontaneous disassembly.

The lashings began with a single breath,
shapeless reed whips lit purple blossoms
on my goose-pimpled flesh.
I flinched and held and weeped
as the maelstrom whisked
tears from my crinkled eyes.

Haiku of the Day:

Nighttime solitude

I am alone with my thoughts

wonder re-emerges