Handling a Hurricane

We’re in the eye of her vast storm right here –
All’s calm, but look, we dare not step away;
The eyewall gnashes ominously near
And there her anger gorges on its prey.
Stay near – we’ll do what must be done; we’ll wait
Until we catch her gaze, and then we’ll stand
With strength and awe and stretch to seize our fate,
Receiving, holding her approving hand.
Then rainbows, falling petals from the sky,
Clouds scud, and then a smiling burst of sun,
And all is wonderful and bright, on high
And here with us below where everyone
Moves freely in expansive calm and light
Where she and I find hand-in-hand delight.