Storm Chaser

 
 
A spark is seen on the horizon.
Blue is blackened, a pupil widens.
The heart is pumping.
Adrenaline is flowing.
The instruments for measurement are knowing.
That this is a passion that exudes from every pore.
A want to be lost in something new.
Feeling the building pressure.  
Watching the weather.  
Wanting the storm.
Seeking to feel the squall.  
That envelopes whole, intense.
The desire of a risk taker: A storm chaser.
Who yearns to be as one with the elements with shifting Iso-hearts falling into place with hot wind.
Desiring to feel the tornado touch down and make burrows in the land creating a rent.
And under cloud covers of seventy four.
She feels the differing sensations of the front.
In a wet and sublime embrace as it takes her whole.
 
Son of Howarth
 
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(From the collection “The Heart Of The Storm”)