Waiting for Hurricane Florence

(a pantoum)

I opened the closet door

and the boxes fell into my arms -- before

landing on my chest and on down to the floor

spilling pencils, pens, paper, and more

needed things, useful things -- to store.                 

I opened the balcony door

and let the outside in,

the quiet of peaceful abandonment.

Inside being in order and by plan:

needed things, useful things -- what for?

Outside windy impulses span

time and I let the outside inside me roar:

needed things, useful things -- restore

landing on my chest and on down to the floor

to let the outside inside me for more,

I open the all the doors.