A Child is the Center of A Hurricane / Crows

A Child is the Center of A Hurricane: Lu

A child is the center of a hurricane

All the lurking dark clouds cease their furious tussles and stare

And suddenly they are gleaming pillars of ivory and silk

They weave a home for the infant

Of gingersnap strands

And walls of tiny clementines

They whisper the soothing choruses of false soothsayers

Telling him fables of the sweet laughter

That will spring forth from all directions

Like water tumbling down from a fountain

They tell him that the world is in perfect balance

That it will always stay that way

They tell him that his clumsy babbles

Are great novels yet to come

They tell him that outside his home

Red blossoms flourish on the ground

They mask the permeating odor of blood

With the sickeningly comforting

Perfume of lotus

Promise after promise is melded into him

And he is molded into a towering giant

But still cushioned by balls of silken yarn

Never teetering

And though the clouds are now weighed down with silvered sorrow

He bids them farewell with a nod of his head and a tear lodged in his eye

And steps out into the dark whirlwind of the storm

Gone is the fresh sweetness and silence

The retired somber air returns once again

But now that he has left, the clouds cannot muster the heart

To even think of tearing each other apart