Somewhere else, seas heap up and crests break
Here, we’re ditching meteorology for myth:
the wind’s a creature broken out of cave:
a wold, and this is Ragnarok.
Glass breaks, a car alarm sounds, trees wrench.
There’s a science and logic to loving you,
but there’s superstition on a night like this
and all the stirring of the world to settle first. – Josephine Abbott