Born of water - 2

Born of water,
I weathered to the dryness of rock.

Burning winds from the continents blew
bitter out of mountains full of isobars.

Air was my turbulent enemy,
hefting climate and meteorology:
calm before storm, storm before calm.

A remorseless season’s cloud-heads
towered in the darkness.

© BH, 2023

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We are mostly water and, truth to tell, carry the primeval oceans in our cells. This is the second part of a longer, three-part poem, Born of water.

The three, as if you couldn't guess, are: Born of water -1 -  Born of water -2 - Born of water - 3