my return
A thousand whales
bellowing
for my return
to the place
from which I came.
I dreamed
it was my time
to die.
hurricane
what business do I have
to be here?
I am a destroyer of things.
I submerge, expand, and explode.
wreckage ensues.
mostly mine. probably yours.
I intend no harm,
only wishing to cover every surface
with my ever-present affections.
my love can build cities
from ash, from bone, from sky.
my love
is a raging hurricane from the sea.
we are in the eye.
we are in the eye.
the diver
she was terrified
of how deep inside
I could go
and see.
About Anna Arnold-Wallen
Anna Arnold-Wallen writes poetry because she can't not. She currently resides in Colorado.