Storm

Down where the ocean draws the line

I tried to turn the page

lapping at the beach like a wave

trying to wipe the slate clean.

But the scene is all too familiar

walking by the same carcass each day

feeling like a worn out canvas

used over and over 

to paint the same blur.

So I’m praying for a new storm

to knock down this town

mold the landscape in new colors

carve out new lagoons

I’m waiting for the wind 

to blow through the canvas

tear away the spider webs

and wipe the slate clean

George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books