Me
The windstorm in the mirror is me.
A stormy story.
A marvelous mirror.
Looking in it was all about me.
To be out in the open
being nature.
I was sure
you were catching up to me
not at all.
Oh! Pen!
I need to write about
the storm that I am.
I am amid
the sky and the ground.
You can’t take a windstorm down.