Storm's Eye Poem by Carson Tidwell

A smoky sky left the faucet on
unleashing a torrential storm so harsh that
the trees cried beneath suffocating
grey waves.
From the perch of a sinking mountain,
infant in sharp metallic manger adds to the song of tears,
its little fingers grasping at motherless air.
On high, swooping and bruised, a stork flies between
flashes of blue lightning.
Spying the toddler rattling his demands, the white and black bird dives.
Hitting the ground hard, it takes a tumble
a sad snap whispers into the air.
The creature's pride broken, it hops closer to the trough.
The little one has stopped crying; its breath soft.
Aimless journey begotten paralyzing aches.
The bird droops its beak as nature's currents
overtake the mountain.