A storm and tornado hit upon us,
Leaving trees, branches, fallen,
Houses blown and shuttered,
Thousands of homes blacked out.
I came here to my old home,
No one here to help or be with.
The past has passed like a dream,
The future is uncertain like a phantom.
After one incense sitting period,
Only the candlelight is bright
In the quiet windless world
Here and now, just right.
2/28/11