Quiet Mountain Essays

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Tornado Sky
by
Suzanne Sunshower

Something eerie
calls me
to move
run
run out
into the pink
green haze
to see
what's going on
like
people tease
hurricanes
on beaches
their smallness
gobbled up
in the rushing wall
of water
only to survive
- it happens
right ?
after all
safe is relative
it's a state
of mind
not a promise
in fact
sometimes
safe is
quite untouchable
in the moment
when choice is made
and soot sails
into air
tiniest dust
particles
and dirt
spin up
twirling
to the sky
in a crazy
updraft
circle dance
stopping
suddenly
to test direction
then turn
into the storm
straight
into
the tornado sky
leaving
no time
for regret
only
unflinching
surrender
to the sucking
(not pulling)
but sucking
desperate eye
flying
into the eye
all matter flying
through the roar
of nature
into the eye
back
to its maker
back to its home
through the eye
the womb
back
to the beginning
flying back
where it's needed
to form more
matter flying
back into time
back
beyond the last thing
unsaid
and undone
back before
there was blue
or a sky
or you
in a yellow fog
flying by
through a crack
flying
back
into the eye
or maybe
i
just
flying
back
by.

Contributor's Notes...

Unbelievably, I once walked out of shelter during a tornado in Michigan because I'd never seen a tornado
before.  I thought it was something you could watch - of course, you can't.  I wound up hanging onto a
telephone pole when the twister hit town, and was lucky to have survived with merely a concussion and
contusions.

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