Storm Stiller


Suddenly He was awake,
shaken by the fear of men
about to lose their lives.
He stood unsteadily to His
feet, holding the side of
the boat, drowsy and
bleary-eyed, the pattern
of the cushion etched
down one side of His face;
hair ruffled up.

With a few sharp words He
pierced the storm, deflating
it quickly, until all around
was calm and peaceful.
He looked miffed with the
fishermen and quickly lay
down again on the cushion,
but the dream had gone
the way of all enchanting
dreams, lost without trace.