When I thought of the missing
I felt compelled to sniff the storms
Remembering many harmless, happy riptides
I looked for the flash flood
To warn me about the shortage
I crave the inadequate, incomplete insecurity
I crave the inadequate, incomplete influx
The impassible intersection invading
The braiding and the fading
And the ravine ever supplying
Only this and a whereabouts
‘It’s that thundershower,’ I muttered.
When I thought of the missing
I felt compelled to sniff the storms
Remembering many harmless, happy riptides
defying atrophy 