Refuge

savage winds
tear thru
this skin stretched
veneer of calm.

sheets of storm
driven waves and rain
blanket my
man made fortress.

time scoffs
at the bravado
and fragility of man;
his grasp tentative
at best,
as nature
loosens her restraint.

while I

waiting in this darkened
eye of reprieve,
tempest tossed torrents
beating against
my own mortality

rest
in thoughts
of you.