CROSS WINDS

by SMSmith

Near drowning
In tsunamic rush.
Irrational.
Driven
Against the barren scape
Of reason.

Reason
Caught
In whirls
Of imbalance
Screaming
Peeled
Like bark from groaning willows
Driven into the inexplicable
Of the root of minus one.

Blinded, cast
From a realm unseen
Into the abyss between.
Disheveled, bruised
Torn, confused.
Dreams breaking
Against matter
Matter against miracle.