April 15th

Storm, 4 am

wind pounds
& shakes,
the house heaves
& settles.

the lighter things
are pushed around
& the lightest
scatter.

soon a stillness,
ghostly,
will pervade
& caution linger.

the most delicate
instruments, alone,
will remain
trembling.

light will self-
consciously emerge
over parts slightly
 rearranged.

once again, I
am struck by
what there is
beyond desire:

by what persists
to circulate
within a creature
that needs to fear.