Like limbs thrown down and wildly thrashed
a harvest of a mighty breath
the soft cables of our bond
so quickly cut, so soon withdrawn
By what savage gale overthrown
or by what wrenching circuit blown
this force that together drew
now splits us into more than two?
Oh rage that fells the solid spruce
and rips the redwood roots so loose!
Only a dizziness remains
debris from feral hurricane
It is not yet known why we agree
to that first long, unfathomed fall
when a deeper one is guaranteed
and tied to the end of it all
Or why, with that first flirty start
we court our own slow aching heart
Or do we give wind consent
to our own imminent descent?
—Ryan Van Lenning