the sincerity of natural violence:
honesty in danger, the visual rhetoric
of the stormclouds, the wind opaque with debris,
trees bent backwards and rain
gusting like ocean tides, atlantic crashers
pouring over the sides of our window frames.
all the different colors that can be incorporated!
green sky, black clouds, white rain,
and the red and yellow leaves ripped off trees
to whirl in the winds, frothy,
and cheer on the storm.
in witnessing, face and hands iced to glass,
i am reluctant to stay inside or away from windows;
i hesitate to avoid, to protect, to not see.
without the record of violence in action,
who will believe the damage?