Chewing Black Walnut Leaves
Tornado, you! That did choose to earth
yourself. Found yourself a goodly spot
after the whirlwind dance, and said
“This is where I’m going to land!”
And ZUT! You planted your roots down deep.
Tornadoes don’t play well with others
hence few other brethren can take
the changes you wrack in the dirt below.
Oya’ sees to it that inadvertent seeds
end up in her cemetery all right.
Still, you hold the potency of black
in all your being. Protection and mystery
weave together and spin out breezes
in blood and breath and bone. Oh heal
my weary soul, powerful friend…