Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 03/20/19

Storms

We live for moments like this,
you and I,
cooled by the safe-silence
of deadened air–
a stillness so heavy
it falls,
crashing around our feet
with the tumult
of resting heartbeats.
I can think.
You can breathe.
We can just…be
for a moment,
until…
But nothing lasts forever
in the eye.
Tears—like rain—must fall,
staining,
tattering cheeks
and lips,
eroding the ground
beneath us,
where we stand.
And that deadly call
within me—
like the wind—
must howl,
breaking the chain of calm
that threatens
to drown
me
in the deep
of my own waters.
Nothing
can save us.
Not you.
Not me.
Not all the friends in the world.
I am lost
without the thunder.
Without the swell
and crashing of waves.
The murk
that lies
beneath the surface.
My quiet slips away
and I
howl…
driving you,
lovingly,
to warm shelter
away
from me
and my storms.
Just remember me, fondly,
dear friend…when it rains.

David Estringel is an avid reader, poet, and writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. His work has been accepted and/or published by Specter Magazine, Literary Juice, Foliate Oak Magazine, Indiana Review, Terror House Magazine, Expat Press, 50 Haikus, littledeathlit, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Route 7, Setu Bilingual Journal, Paper Trains, The Elixir Magazine, Soft Cartel, Harbinger Asylum, Open Arts Forum, and The Good Men Project. He is currently a Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez, editor/columnist at The Good Men Project, and an editor/writer at The Elixir Magazine. David can be found on Twitter (@The_Booky_Man) and his blog The Booky Man.