Outside the tent

After Psalm 61

Outside the tent is the storm,

a whirlwind of sand and grit

etching skin and heart;

inside a silence and light,

cushioned and pillowed, 

food and drink, a place

away from the tearing,

the noise, the deafening

of the storm. Inside the tent

the storm no longer is,

dispelled and flicked away,

a memory erased.

Photograph by asoggetti via Unsplash. Used with permission.