Tsunami

Yesterday was clear.

The air was still,

The trees were settled,

And the grass sat upright.

It’s usually clear

With occasional smog.

But even in the smog,

Lies the stillness that was there before.

Bliss. Stillness.

The kind of stillness that resides

In certainty -

Without regret

In contentment-

Without inconsistency

In diversion -

Without order

The smog never stays for long,

But still brings the memories of

Hurricanes.

Storms.

The smog reminds us

What it can become:

The rush of the hurricanes

The violence of storms

The longing for certitude

The need for comfort

The rush of emotion

The purging of rain

Although most days are clear

And some days are just smog,

It still comes in waves,

And today was a tsunami.