Night comes in the screams of a reckless wind--
Gasping over the land, shouting at my door, calling my soul out.
Like lashing sails, the waves tear free and smash against the rocks.
Its body collapses--a feather breaks free to finish the journey home.
No light--nor does it seem there will ever be a sun again.
My mind frames the memory of my great-granny standing in a storm--
Swallowing the wind, eyes filled with rain water, laughing at the sky.