she roars her presence, screams and crashes off mountain tops,
makes toys of ocean liners and flattens mighty oaks.
barreling up streets she comes, spitting grit in your eye
howling under eaves and screaming through city canyons.
he stirs a gentle eddy of leaves, ruffles feathers
on the robin's back, touches the face of a baby.
with a stream of whispers he enters, softly sighing.
his presence merely an idea, a suggestion.
in the eye of the storm a curious hush resides.
the hurricane and the breeze exchange breath, become one.