Typhoons

Typhoon hits, and
broke us.
Threw and broke us apart
as a ship mast in a stormy sea

Thunderstorms razed us
we spoke up through/against the winds
Flying away – out into the nothingness
in the remains of a taifun

Mummified winds
pulls and throw lines
hold hands, speaks and keep us calm
caresses our cheeks lovingly and gently

Everywhere there is bitter hurricane
turbulence is produced in our atmosphere
transformed over time to mild winds
we accept –
storms become

Helle Bengtsson (HB) 6/6-16

Anmeldt af Sabbath Andersen (SA)