tornado season

I dreamed about tornadoes again last night.

In my dream they were skinny and gray and coming

at us from between buildings, they were

seeking us out. (Maybe

we are watching too much of the Weather Channel, we see

four Local on the 8’s before I come to, announce

I am changing the channel, as if it is my job

to free us.)

Another always came to replace the ones which

lifted up, which might have let us be. 

I clutched her to my chest, I 

screamed her name. I only remember

such a sense of desperation 

five or less other times in my life but I felt it then

through the numb of sleep,

I still remember how it felt, clearly, even though

nothing had happened or