Storm

The storm is coming.

The tide cannot turn.

The course set.

All we can do is weather it.

Come to the cove.

Be sheltered in.

Know it is not ending.

Only a beginning.

Because the destruction,

Leads to new things.

Clearing away old.

What we cannot seem

To let go of will be gone.

Torn from our grasp.

All is hollowed out.

All has been renewed.