‘High winds do not last all morning.
Heavy rain does not last all day.'
Tao Te Ching
dawn's razor
this swinging world is for some
wrong-side-up and indifferent
but
the cast of salmon
in the current of events
is the leap of faith
upstream
it happened and happened
as if it had to happen
even the snoring streets
were not aware of it
abruptly from nowhere
roaring, rattling, razoring
peeling off the blue of it
slapping the face of sky
shatters the clouds
lashes the windows
this unseasonable storm
for a while it might
settle but soon it'll fly into a rage again
its black banner
it seems as if it couldn't manipulate
the deep waters
but it has the power
to control the chirping birds
flying bees
wobbling magpie
on a pine's stump
it doesn't matter
how dark and severe
it might be
some with their machiavellian
sneer will grow and thrive
these inky clouds
can be transformed
into vibrant silver
and
through this storm
there'll be even a room
for the willow sprouts
maybe it's the moment
to retreat into your nakedness
fraidoon warasta
22 january 2021
limburg
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