hurricane

hurling, twirling
a hurricane felt
that shakes the very foundations
of this house, this 'temple'
as the big J called it
the tempest that breaks out
over the plain weather
suddenly, it cometh
whence all was calm
is now in a havoc
with the lone sailor
in the midst
his foothold struggling to hold
clutching at something
hoping against hope it's
not just a stray straw passing by