Hurricanes and Tornadoes

by Robert Seminara
(Los Angeles)

Hurricanes and tornadoes, untamed deliberate disasters, aren't we a pair. It's easy to see where we've been by the rubble left in our wake. The till of our path left behind, where flowers now grow. I was crossing the landscape, this way and that, not lost, but aimless. Then, as if magic found me, the future mapped out, cloudless like the best summer sky, you my compass, guided me to bliss. Here I am now, a rainless day, no season to compare me to, because this will never change, as seasons often do. Now I'm new, like nothing the world has ever seen! A tornado who makes love instead of chaos? Yes. And to a hurricane who makes the flowers grow. You.