dear helen, the weather is gloomy today (excerpt)

When all else have shut the window
and closed the door, show
what cyclones you hold inside you;
go bold and row
your oars against the current.
This island will never leave—
talk to me when your daylight has lost
its sunshine; tell me
the stories of your rains and thunders; say
all the lies you’ve heard today…
here, in comfort and grace, must you stay.

— c // 180510