POEM: My Troubled Thinking

[pert -5]

...And after the third storm
she laughed to see that all living things had
turned to wax.
The sun that had been her bane DID
give her a spot to relax in.

After the fourth storm
her eyes were opened and her mind melted,
and she DID see that the fear upon her chest
was just a dot.

And after the fifth storm
she beheld three visions of serpents doing
ordinary things,
and her soul WAS taken in by the beauty of their
grace.