THE EYE OF A HURRICANE

I miss being in love
The careless simplicity of it all
wrapped in the incredible complexity
There are smells I miss
and touches of a hand on my arm
in a way that only that special person
can do

I miss the tilt to the mattress
made by my lover at my side
When lightening comes
I miss seeing her in the stuttering
flashes of light coming through the window

Flowers, birds, the crash of waves on a beach
mountain air
a single cloud high in the sky
all remind me of how special
being in love can be

Of course my life is filled
with love
The love of family and friends
a slobbery dog
a message from a friend
I hadn't heard from in years
the sight and sound of children playing
the caress of a breeze
while looking at the moon

But, once you have truly
been in love
every single cell in your body
yearns for it when it
is gone

There is a longing that tries
to pull you apart
while you try desperately
to hold yourself
together

And you search for peace and calm
in the storm
hoping you are not in
the eye of
a hurricane

Jim Morgan   June 15, 2012