After the whirlwind stillness abides
and the heart remains passive inside
and does just enough to survive
for the remainder of mortal life.
Come day, come night, and the breath in/out
no longer soars above ground
but slinks in the shadows that always abound
on the earth’s ever turn, turn around.
And that sense of movement passes one by
when the mind on memory alights
and settles around a roaring camp fire
deep into each and every night.
But always there are fierce thunder storms
and cloud bursts that shatter this norm
to leave a survivor not as before
come the calm after the storm.
And so with the earth we turn, turn around,
until no longer seen on the ground!