there one storm
a day of falling grey
skies fell like glass shards
on me
here in Eden,
the window blowing free with rain sleet
I grabbed and ran my soaken papers
into a closet with one apple.
I felt I might need to
start an Ark building, the furious nature barking wild
I cried alone fearful in misery
when
yesterday was so calm and  hope filled my worlds.
I wound myself into a ball, a womb I sought,
I scribbled a little word
in the notebook, just before the storm broke the glass from heaven melted the black clouds parted.
It was ******.