This poem is about solidarity and the peace that can abide there in…
The Column Before The Storm
In awe the trouble of the whirled
I could sea it
A disturbance in the farce
As uncounted a mass
In their numbered daze
And a tsunami of the dark asides
A bout
A choiring
A mist blinding desperation
Wading for what?
The heavens to fate changing tides?!
Know
Wear might
The answer wrest
Soully from what is
Awe ready
As wee stand to gather
In solid-heir-ity
As the column before the storm
