In the calm before the storm
wait, isn't that
a line I stole from Amichai?
though he, as usual, was thinking
of his love life
while I've in mind
only a quiet day
on the lagoon
where boats have come
to shelter from the winds
headed our way
due to arrive
tomorrow and while for me
there's no romance involved
I'm all on edge
imagining the trees
whipped by the wind
the waters all a-froth
the ocean surge
a storm that's poised
to bring back memories
of island summers
when a rare hurricane
made life a great adventure
for a boy happy to watch
the grownup world set on its head
with trees across the road
boats lifted from their moorings
the ocean on the verge of taking
back the island