to catch a storm
Yiorgios Michael
The current selection visualizes my original poem "to catch a storm" inspired by the storms in Miami during hurricane season. I wrote the poem on a Sunday when I was home all day. It was one of those hot, humid, rainy days. The only thing to do was to stay home, have a cup of coffee, read a book, and watch the storms pass by with all their fury and glory. In the afternoon, the wind gusts were strong, and all sorts of objects were flying around—from umbrellas and pillows to palm leaves and ashtrays. Of all things, a poncho made its way to my balcony. It was wet and beaten up. It got trapped on my balcony, and the wind kept dragging it from one side to the other. In the end, it got tangled in the railing. As I looked at it, I thought, “someone fought and lost.”
to catch a storm
To be free, I thought I had to catch a storm.
To contain it, I fixed an old box.
I strapped it on my back and went looking for the storm.
Ι searched and failed to find any storm.
I got angry and decide to σteal a cloud that was passing along.
I grabbed it and hid it deep inside the box,
but I didn’t know that its fog was hiding the light of tomorrow’s dawn.
I quickly covered the box to keep the light from shining.
The hours went by.
The cloud realized that it was trapped.
It got scared, rebelled.
It started screaming, it tried to flee.
The storm heard all the noise.
Ιt went and told the wind of what I did.
The wind was furious and came for me.
When Ι saw it, I braced myself.
I was ready to fight and surely win.
I fought and lost.
I lost to realized
That to be free,
I had to let the wind win.