The storm approaches the shore.
A spray of water hits my face.
The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.
Palm trees sway and bend.
The sand ripples
from the increasing wind.
Birds flee for safety.
Waves crash against the rocks.
The sky darkens to red in its anger,
raining tears across the land and sea.
When will it end?
Once the sky calms,
the sun will shine.
The birds will return.
The tantrum will be over.
The sky glows red
with anger.
It shrieks thunder.
It rains tears.
Lightning sizzles
across its angry face.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is still in command.
It shows its wrath.
Then it grows calm
and releases the blue skies.
CLOSER TO THE BLUE
Puffy clouds appear far and few
In the aqua sky so brand new.
I sink deeper into the white sand,
My heart beating like a marching band.
If I close my eyes tight,
will I see paradise this night?
It takes me back to the time
When everything had been fine.
Fantasy, I beseech thee.
Return me so I can roam free.
Take me back to the shore.
Where I’d been happy before.
The night grows heavy.
It grows dark.
We look to the moon.
To bask in its glow.
A halo of blue.
Falls to earth.
Blue against orange.
To shine into the night.
The winds have taken their victims.
Tree limbs lie scattered across the grass.
A quiet descends upon the land.
Animals peek from
their hiding places.
Birds chirp in unison,
happy to be free again.
The sun will soon shine.
The clouds will clear.
The darkness will leave.
The earth regenerates itself,
preparing for the new day.
Nature has its own beauty.
Its radiance comes from within.
Blossoming from a mere seed
To give color and light to the world.
Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall
Calm blue waters.
Pink sand.
Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.
A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.
From their roots, they fly.
From their anchors in the sand.
A puff of wind
and they’re gone.
