I don’t remember whether
the storm has passed
or whether it is still to come.
My concentration was briefly elsewhere,
so I may have missed it.
But now I have returned
to anticipating the weather
which may have passed.
Nope, here it is, right here in my body:
I know briefly what it is to teem
down, to howl and roar.
Nope, I don’t know a thing.