Storm Eowyn

The scriptures say he was not in the storm

Doesn’t surprise me as last night’s alarm

Occurred in the shivering of the 8-foot window

And a capable bird unsteady as a marshmallow

I kept waiting for the still small voice

To clarify my own directional choice

But twenty-two seagulls commenced

To dance in gale-force winds

Expressing unmitigated joy— yes,

They survived midwinter’s frightening night.