In the storm - strong storm

standing outside - watching

(some night say foolishly)

trees

driven by gale-like bluster-like wind

blowing all and sundry

sideways

so it feels like looks like

in the gale-like bluster

an underwater land

where a giant silver-blue fish may curve through a swirling gum-branch

darting to pinch-pick-up a morsel from the dirt-sand-howling ground sea-bed

Watching - standing

this flex of the trees (with imagined fish)

held - deep-rooted

knowing the know-know of the snap and crash and brittle

a branch that might bluster-blow brittle

so very human

so very very human

blown - brittle

uprooted by a gale

How lovely it would be

if I - we

all

could bend like that

flex and might - anchored so firm

a branch might bluster-blow brittle

but the brittle-blown can re-grow

Only the mightiest of gale-bluster storms

the very mightiest

can take us down

this -

or old age

which will get the trees - and us too

us little human-beings

in the end

no matter how much we bend

I may not bend forever

but hope to always have the eyes

to see a giant silver-blue fish

curving, darting through a swirling gum-branch

swimming through the trees