I listen
for just one sound
among a sonorous multitude.

I listen
for the roaring of a beast
that grows and grows.

I listen
from a forging commotion of preludes,
coiled baritones and swirling windstorms
singing beyond the boundary of songs.

I listen and I struggle
with harsh and raging shadows
on a ceaseless night.

I listen
until I begin to feel solitude's collapse
from the salted lashing, the boundless conflict
between sea and sky.

Love sometimes arrives like that.
When it's least expected—explodes—
like the raging fury from a thunderclap.

[Inspired by a Florida Hurricane]
©2003. Excerpted from the book Passion's Kiss
by Minerva T. Bloom.

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