As storm skies blow in
calmer seas begin to churn
to toss and turn, whirl
in spiral pools, drill
to excavate some ancient site
buried in its sandy bed.
And so we search
to find mystery lost
only revealed when wild skies
flash strobes of lightning
clap out thunder at midnight
wake us from our small lives.
Set the every day on fire!
Quiet endless tick of wall clocks.
Dig - blow the ghosts away.
Dig - blow the ghosts away.
- Debbie Calverley
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