Wild sea and sky uproot your rest.
The coast in its uproarious gloom,
with what few trees there are distressed,
your kids excited in their room –
your world and weather are at war,
which scares me, as I know that you’re
attracted by the storm.
Though happy, you’ve a feeling that
being more alive beyond your calm
domestic cove could well be what
might free your playful soul from harm,
find deep-down healing in the flow
of chance and change that makes you so
attracted by the storm.
Working, you listen to the roar
of outrage round your hunkered home,
the cottage with its stable door
you’re drawn to, though you’re safe and warm
inside, with laptop, kids and cat,
your sanctuary, but, despite all that,
attracted by the storm.
