Eye Of The Hurricane

By Joseph Prem

The walls built so close around me

kept blocking my view.

So, I froze the moment while it was raining.

With every drop carrying a portal to jump into a

rainy moment from the past,

I kept searching for "the one."

In my attempts to look for the one bubble,

I kept bursting the rest of the water blobs.

But, it was not all in vain

for I caught the one in my palm

and was gently caressing it.

Holding it preciously I found the walls coming down,

for I was at the center of a living hurricane.

Whirling winds pulled me straight up into the clouds

that I was floating in the air staring into the sun

from the eye of the hurricane.

As beautiful as it was,

as mesmerized as I was,

the dab of water didn't matter anymore

just like the collapsing hurricane.

Living in the moment hits on a different level

when you're hanging by a thread.

By Joseph Prem