Not all tornadoes
rip and ravage wide swaths
across grasslands, the flat prairies
nor deep into the wet pungent air
of old plantation country.
No! No Joplin nor Tuscaloosa, here.
to all I
those sturdy structures, carefully placed,
laboriously raised across the landscape of my soul—
my sanctuaries, my havens—
the places where I go to know
the peace of self acceptance.
And when those turbulent skies have cleared,
I stand amidst the rain and rubble
and I look up and I find distant points of light
that tell me where I am
and I know, then,
I will build again
a place for myself.
- Bill Denham