In the heat of Battle
In the heat of battle,
As the storm beats against the windows,
Outside it is dark, drear and dangerous.
The hurricane is raging,
Using wind as a weapon,
Death in a breath.,
Leaving wreckage in its wake.
Here, in isolation,
We are safe,
Safe until we have to venture out.
Opher – 16.4.2020
There is only so long you can take refuge. The outside world intrudes.
Hidden on the wind, in the touch of a hand, is death.
We are not used to these storms. They were what used to happen long ago. We’ve read about them in history books. Now we are living history.