Poems

Hurricane

by Martin Higareda

I've furied these waves, and thickened the night
I've coiled the clouds and the sky and the light
I've beckoned this violence, the wrath of the storm
the winds that have stripped all my flesh of the warm
and stung my wet eyes into darkness and sleep
and roused watery gods from their depths and the deep
these beautiful gods, in the shimmering deep.

And I shall beg them a death of a few hours peace
a small death and forgetting, til the long hours cease
For I dream too of storms, a great wheel in my mind
a storm with dark eye, and smooth feminine line
and of passionate drownings, embraced by the rain
And in dreams I have beckoned this storm with her name
this hurricane love, that began with her name.