the cyclone watches
with a calm eye,

enticing movement
to the outside,
to survey

the damage
of tempestuous squalling,
atmospheric pressure

moulding the art
of cyclonic breathing,
take in the air

deep in your lungs,
inhale the stillness, the silence
and wait,

turbulent winds
will return in a blink
of the eye

of this storm,


ps. satellite photo was taken on my last trip to the moon šŸ˜‰ (google images)