Poem: Surrounded

Ten hummingbirds at one feeder.

Swarming, knowing the storm

is coming and 

could sweep

them away.

Blue skies meekly giving way.

Storm clouds brewing and rolling

they come and

I feel them

blowing.

Dogs bark, fuss and howl at the change.

Sensing the lightning and thunder

that they cannot chase away

they hide, afraid

of what they

do not

know.

I watch from the back door north faced.

Flinching from the strikes and yet

hearing no thunder yet

and that feeling

of being

surrounded

crushes

 me.

The storm rides on cold northern air.

Bringing what brews within

to leave us with rain,

hail or worse?

Or pass

us by

again.

This storm is me, today, how I feel.

Surrounded by storms and in my

little pocket of calm

I feel the pressure

mounting against

you and me

to change

again.

I want to run into the darkness, waving

and screaming. Like a fool with a 

lantern trying to signal that

fabled runaway train.

Knowing it is

too late but

still we

have to

try.

Lights flicker, the power wavers weakly.

Even the grid seems struck by it

and less bright for the might

that these clouds can

shear down, and

hammer us

under with

power.

I waver too, feeling alone here.

It is coming, I can feel 

the pressure bearing

down heavy

upon this

place.

Rest won't come, not with worry there.

Peace won't come, not with

that storm in here and

that storm out there

and me in the

middle

alone.

Again.

Or still?

2011 Copyright Shanyn Silinski