Flying in the storm

He sat and watched the storm

across the water,

not detached exactly

but distracted by the thought

of how she looked like the wind felt

as it gathered pieces of nests and paper

pressing them into obscene shapes

and tossing them back to the world

like a cosmic inside joke.

He saw a bird trying to fly

in the face of the turbulent wind

and his heart sped up slightly,

reliving the moments when they had been

one in the quiet calm amid the storm.