Lightning sizzles;
there’s clamor in the clouds.

Nature determines distractions.
But frenzy and anguish are only masks

symbols of humanity’s rage. Believe
the voice within raindrops

splashing against the window.
Lullaby soothes deep-seated fear

hidden beneath rawhide.
Gregorian chant surges.

Most won’t listen until wizened
and weary. Get so many chances

to rise from the bayou
rife with niggling suspicions.

Unbolt the ego. Cast off the turtle
shell casing. Receive the pulsing

crescendo of storm’s war cry.
Water song calls. Recycle the salt.

Give it back to the ocean.
Push the river upstream.

Become the pink salmon.
Courage lives in rivulets

coursing down cheeks. There is power
in release, strength in vulnerability.

Chop onions if you must.
Their potency liberates.