Becoming The Muse

You are like a force of nature,
like the wind,
a fantastic storm, cyclone or tornado or hurricaine,
except that there’s no weatherman to forecast your coming,
you have the power to make the earth tremble,
a force of nature sweeping away the rubble
destructive yet nurturing.

You are like a force of nature,
answerable to noone,
coming and going as you please,
you could blow softly and gentle like a sunkissed breeze,
or howling.
you could be all fierce and proud blowing a mighty gail,
or whispering softly.
You can come as the raindrops kissing the earth with loving tenderness,
washing away the dirt from leaves.
Or you can rage in a great deluge,
flooding and churning away the landscape.

You could be the sun,
burning us all,
with the fury of your intent.
Or you could be distant and icy cold.
Freezing us all
with your cold shoulder.

You are a force of nature
unpredictable,
and I simply a traveller,
looking for shelter
and a place to call,
home.