Ripping, roaring wind
ravaging cheek bones, ruffling
threadbare branches, conductor of droplets.
A rouged face remains, solitary;
receptacle of life, rain-coat battle-worn,
Rendered inert by recondite
thoughts, machinations, memories,
they nearly let it slip by.
At a moment’s notice, the cogs
stop whirring, focus returns, regained perspective;
Clawed back from the brink, it arrives: