Reader Submitted Poem
“The Tornado in my Eye”
The world spun.
Colors blurred together and the wind rushed in.
It mixed the horizon, lending land to sky.
Gravity released its hold, and now we flew.
It could not be seen where bodies began and sky stopped.
We became the wind and the sky;
Infinite and endless.
We were immortal,
For a time.
But the spin did slow, and finally cease.
The colors did separate, and the windâ€™s rush subsided.
Land and sky were parted,
And the horizon was righted.
Reclaiming its power,
Gravity took away our wings.
Once more we were only flesh and blood.
When the wind set us down,
We were mortal again.