Deluge

Deluge
Nature's passion.
Swollen rivers
Running overindulged to the sea
Which grasps at the shore in a frenzy-
In…out...in…out.
Floodwaters rise in the furor of the night.
The wind rages, flaunting its power,
Finally spending itself in
Early morning.
The world is gray...quiet.
The bay-
A nature-made mirror-
Reflects the fog, which hovers
Then merges with the low clouds
Before daringly drifting to the surface
Of the mirror and seeing itself.
Barely touching...
Softly meeting-
Like a tongue lingering on bare skin.

© Dana Sieben

* originally published in Long Story Short, June 2005