THE STORM OF 1929

he carves the storm
into the wood
gouging its very essence

so that when
the storm ceases
it exists still in memory

it comes alive again
the wood speaking
in the great wind's voice

wooden waves
crashing over
wooden rocks

a seagull captured
in two swift strokes
flies above it all

all who witness
his wooden storm
live it at first hand

his old hands
trap the storm
carves it into the mind