Cast Adrift

Through pale eyes I behold creation’s rage,
nature unhinged, a tempest on stage.
Even the wind bares teeth and claws,
scattering haystacks, tearing down laws.
 
Rice fields drown, tiled roofs fall,
clouds descend like armies tall.
Floods play games upon the plain,
ensnaring lives in rules of pain.
 
Then comes fire, the sun a brand,
earth cracked open, dust for land.
Green has withered, leaves are dry,
on naked trees the vultures lie.
 
They count the days of famine’s reign,
while crows lament in endless chain.
When all that man required is done,
the cuckoo’s chicks return home one by one.
 
Yet hollow hearts still gaze above,
toward thirsty skies, for a spring of love.