Whirlwind Fury // Alex G
There is a whirlwind whipping across a moonlit lake.
Round and round it spins
and flings me in its turquoise fury.
I was trapped inside it and it drilled me downwards.
Spiralling together,
the elements and I become one,
a steely speeding bullet.
Spinning down,
headfirst deep into the silted bed,
I gasped through a quilted patchwork of sandy glassy grains.
Then suddenly I was rudely alone.
In its indifference,
the whirling wind and water machine
spun on empty without me and I remained,
an airless tangle of muddy weed.
With a desperate urge to breathe
I disentangled myself and hurtled to the surface
struggling to emerge in time to inhale.