My Tornado

When I enter my tornado

I take off my glass hat,

I put away my bouquet of

flowers

and the other 

things I love

to keep them safe from

tractor tires, factory roofs

and the flying cows

that may come down

against my body,

tearing me into realignment

and leaving my clothes

disheveled.

I know I will

survive my tornado,

but I’ve seen how it batters

the stuff I love. So,

I use silence

and other brands of wisdom

to keep the future

possible.

by jerry gordon

1.8.2012