Come to me like an accidental prayer. Dredged up from childhood memory, uttered under the breath in the face of an oncoming disaster. Sudden and bold. Like a hurricane.
In your heart there is a beacon. Through the tiny window I can see it flashing. I will climb the tall tall stairs to it, I can bring a thermos and sandwiches. We will look out at the sea and speak only of the clear skies that came before the storm. How, when you're in the eye of it, there isn't a single sign anything is wrong.