Storm by Victor Henry

 “The more violent the storm, the quicker it passes.”              
                                                                      Paulo Coelho

A hard rain pounds the Monterey Peninsula
For days and nights,
With no end in sight.
I see the image of the fishing boat,
The Andrea Gail,
In the film The Perfect Storm,
Struggling to stay afloat
As a monstrous wave is about
To engulf it.
I see my house, a box turtle,
Morphing, moving slowly
Downward into the gigantic swell
Of the earth,
The earth’s mantle
Magically moving toward
Marina State Beach,
Slithering and slinking up and over
The sand dunes into the ocean.
I wonder if this is Gaia’s revenge
For ravaging her biosphere,
Making her
More toxic, more violent, more vulnerable.

My poetry and prose poems have appeared in Misfit Magazine, Dead Snakes, Homestead Review, The Paterson Literary Review, Red River Review, and Slipstream, among others. My book What They Wanted was published last November 11th, Veterans Day, by FutureCycle Press in Lexington, Kentucky. http://victor-henry.net/