Scattered pieces entrenched in grimy muck
Sluggish, immovable
Cry out to them saying, “move!”
Nothing
Goad them with a stick
Nothing
Lure them with luscious promise
Nothing
I had almost relinquished hoping
I had almost stopped moving myself
I had almost lost perspective
I had almost joined their like
Oh catalytic tempest
That started in their midst
How suddenly you birthed
And stretched your arms of wind
With swirling power hurling
Without, around, within
Now looking in your wake,
The muck is nowhere found
And every piece has fallen
To a new place in the ground
Or maybe changed directions
Or splattered a new shape
And none has been untouched
No being could escape
Oh catalytic tempest
I would not think you up
But seeing all you’ve done
I’m speechless to my gut
And knowing I could never shake
Those pieces from their rut.
