bear the brunt of the storm; make your home in me

granted, the walls are dented and the shutters tend to leak

letting water in to greet the thing that stays inside


board up the windows of myself against a salty rain

sweep the cobwebs out of the corners and dust the sills in vain

in a quiet hope for a silent world beyond the painted front door



to celebrate a new earth

that howls outside as the weather gets worse