Beryl Eichenberger

Mind storm

In comes the storm,
a clanging, scattered
army.

In her mind, jagged threads,
running,
playing.

A door creaks.
Tender husband
enters the storm.

He takes her anger,
envelops her gently,
lets her rage.

Peace descends slowly.
Tense, unheard rooms
fall quiet, easy.

Limp cool hands
in silent acceptance
flick in zigzags across her lap.

The brilliant lightning
throws their sky
into surreal silhouette.

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