A Lokean Devotional Poem
cave
I left the door open
the wind and the rain
called me out from my retreat
in the middle of the storm, Loki
Tag: storm
plastic star sky
under
storm capable of
birthing
tornado
yellow flag
adrenaline wind
The storm I wore inside
flared urgent caution
knocked against the window
stretched the powerlines
beckoned me to listen
to the sounds
of approach