I feel the moving of a hurricane
forming in the Caribbean
its massive rotation, stirring
warm water convection, driving
direction, as rumors of war
newscasts of action, unsettle
leaves, first drops, wet my page
set here in the mountains
its buffeting buffered and aged
in swirling mists, veiling groves
green woods, warm windy rain
occluded sky, terror on another’s front.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
June 23, 2010
Palmares, Alajuela, Costa Rica