Monday, May 25, 2015
THERE IS A STORM
There is storm. It is making the water into waves. The waves are crashing against a boat. I am in the boat. I fear for my life. I have never been in the midst of such fury, and I do not want to die. I have smelled and tasted many things, but I wish to smell and taste many things more. And many of the exquisite things I have smelled and tasted before, I wish to smell and taste them again. I cling tight to this railing and hope that today will not be the day of my death.