Hurricane-- I

If I was blown
spun-out
and stranded,

and so far from the words I've spoken,
if I stood blocking my own eyes,
talked myself a circle,
if I spun the world and fled
into motion--

--who is watching?

the un-scattered sun,
leaves not snapping,
and the gull-turn slow,

where the sky fell in the water,
and the waves swoll to heaven
and crashed across the sky

I, skimming
the horizon faster
than it was
than me
we crossed, and me
and myself
                 were,

flashing, I--
across the storm-bed
and I could not,
could not
see the shore behind me.