Hurricane
The eye of the storm
Long have I lived
in a hurricane's furor.
Long after
in its wrath
I still must dwell.
But for a brief moment
when the eye
passed over me
I saw all with clear eyes.
A poem by Pemba Umoja
The eye of the storm
Long have I lived
in a hurricane's furor.
Long after
in its wrath
I still must dwell.
But for a brief moment
when the eye
passed over me
I saw all with clear eyes.
A poem by Pemba Umoja