Clarity

I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified,
As roiling clouds forecast impending doom,
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

This calm before the storm does serve to guide,
I’m doubtful, can survival be assumed?
I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified.

A metaphor for trials and ebbing tides,
Throughout the lows, wee buds of hope still bloom,
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

Beauty washing o’er this coved seaside,
Reminds of man’s mere strand in nature’s loom,
I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified.

The palm tree sways, her rustling branches ride
the thermals, sweeping sand as with a broom,
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

Clarity and fear do oft collide,
Yet, introspection washes out the gloom,
I watch and wait, transfixed, (still terrified),
Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied.

Photo Friday: Shadows