Storms

Storms are scarier because the world is changing.
Before we knew about skies leaking ozone, polar caps melting. frigid waters mingling with tropical currents, we thought they were acts of God.

In spite of our prayers, storms flow into our lives slow and steady, house-by-house, man to woman to child; an unfocused rage that shatters memories, steals away and settles into our unconsciousness.

I’ve unraveled the signs: cloudy skies, wind and rain; the resignation of a voice in the depth of the day. When the damage is done we rebuild.
When love hurts, we fix it, or move on.
Storms are scarier because the world is changing, because we are changing.

E. Garrison