The tumult is our own.

It happens out there but in here the real storms play out.

We take action, response comes, repeat.

Sometimes a looooong stretch of waiting shows

what changeable beasts we are;

How to set down outcome

and reside in the lively space between this and that…

Sturdy land goes liquid, tables collapse, chair tips over,

the cat catapults herself to the top of now crooked refrigerator.

Yes, the happenings.

But, oh, the tumult.

Work with the shiftless, restless, beautiful

beast.

The rest takes care of itself.