Full Moon Hurricane

Darkness. Howls. Nothing else.
Huddled on the ground, witness to mayhem;
a shroud of deeper abyss passes in a blink
and the eye reveals a hole of brilliance,
explosive - expanding - generative, fluid.

Clarity: a landscape appears of dropping trees,
flooded gullies and torn branches;
nothing living ventures out save me in curious folly.

This hollow night is imbued
with unnatural sepia moonlight spreading;
the grandeur mixes into roiling clouds of ink,
light fades rapidly away, blown back to the source
as a wall of destruction whips me again to the ground,
and the eye is gone, preternatural tranquility extinct.

(13 Sep 2008, Meyer Park)