Hurricane

I Am a wild wind, tornado!

My whisk-broom sweeps clean!

Look out! 

I storm into a place I don't like

and pick up everything, take it, steal it! 

They're better off that way, shook up a little! 

I leave destruction behind!  What next?

If you please Me

I come to visit your house

and---if you're lucky!---

I shower on you all the good things

I caught in My whirlwind!

I can give as easily as I take away. 

What a home-wrecker! What a house-cleaner! 

Where will you find a more generous goddess!

How can you please Me?

Ask the oracle,

or let a little whirlwind inside you

whisper what I like best.

You're Mine already:

I swirled My whirl-pool on your fingertips.

My buffalo tongue gave your hair a lick, or two!

---which way does it swirl? 

I breathe My wind in and out, huff, puff,

reminding you you're Mine.

You can try to get on My good side,

but maybe I'll like you best

if you do your own thing

with spunk and courage,

fearless, with a dash of mischief!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018