Mercy
a million molecules
float in tropic air
few grow into tempests
a million notions wander
in sound minds and insane
few organize into fury
how to see
in the stillness before
which will intensify
from simple disturbance
to full bown rampage
we watch
we wait
see the tide rise
helpless in its path
can't run fast enough
two if by sea
one if by man
