Scrubbed Clean

Dust Storm in India

Blowing, howling, screaming wind

It came like night and stirred,

Stirred up, churned up

All of me, all of him

Hair whipped, eyes scrunched, skin stung

Gravel, pounding earth and sky

Agitation, frustration—can’t breathe

Slow down, go around, bend like trees

Shouting now, over din

Pummeled, forced; look in!

Inside where you hurt

Inside where you heal

Fierce love and wild fear

Pushing, scraping, ripping

Comfort gone, tethers free

Let go, he says, it’s just me

Hold me, love me, all we need

Exhale, calm water dream

Whales and wisdom, nothing to fear

Dawning light, wild eye turned clear

Our feet reach down, new earth below

No prints to see, all scrubbed clean

Old paths, now pristine

Hand in hand, you and me