~ like a fish outside water.

No longer am I the great oakStruggling against the stormRain slashing through the barkSquirrels fleeing homes –Death, dynamite, destruction.I see the clouds coveringThe full moon tonight,A werewolf howlsSeaweed breathes –I fold and sink to the bottom of the ocean.Am I a shipwreck?  A gold necklace?A rusting nail?  Am I defeat?Here, it is quiet.No one is…