Eye of the storm

A ship withered by soil

A house battered by sea

An ocean full of turmoil

A disciples Galilee

A sky full of flowers floating above a floor filled with clouds

Someone’s silence and another one’s loud.

Your world is not theirs and theirs is not mine but we walk the same ground, leaving only shared stories behind.

All of which are the same, in the end

A calm hidden somewhere in the middle

Found only where a tragedy began.