Mary Monaghan

She wanted that storm but
it knocks her off
balance, keeps her guessing,
sweeps her away.
Battered
from all sides, whipped
by the wind she
struggles
uphill
off balance, out of control,
at the mercy of the storm, turned
this way and that. It will
have its way.
Quietness
descends and
then –
she emerges,
stilled.

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