I Want to Be the Storm
I Want to Be the Storm
Matthew Miller
James - Mark 1
When I watch the tenon fit like a child’s palm
into their father’s hand, or when the storm,
cryptic and swift, drifts, its lightning
like caramel and sapphire filtered
through desert sand, or when things slip
softly into what I think is heaven, then unwilling
lips petition - what do you want with us?
The fire hisses on the cold rocks. Yards of net
with holes uncinched, gaps where fish will burst
like thunder and thrash back toward the shoal. It’s easy
to sleep, alone in the boat, as mute currents
lap the oaken hull. We only huddle when the squall
shrieks, its authority shaking down the shore.
Matthew Miller
Poet & Teacher
Matthew teaches social studies, swings tennis rackets, and writes poetry - all hoping to create home. He and his wife live beside a dilapidating orchard in Indiana, where he tries to cut paths through the thorns for their four sons to hike through. His poetry has been featured in Whale Road Review, River Mouth Review, EcoTheo Review and Saint Katherine Review.
Photography by Filip Zrnzević