dark gray clouds
thunder east
and threaten to drench me
in relentless waves
of ice cold rain.
it’s been four years
since she sailed
past horizon’s reach
without a note to explain
her reasons.
with bare feet planted
on a bone white beach
i wait patiently
for all that life
might have in store.
so let these hurricanes
rake the shore
until all that remains
is stripped clean
or washed away.
