The largest hurricane ever recorded was 1,520 kilometers across.
She swept through cities and brought them to their knees,
Showed them their gods through rainstorm windows
By the glow of lightning strikes,
To the chorus of thunderbolts.
She was 1,520 kilometers across.
But my hurricane is small, and he is greater than she ever was.
He is smaller than the distance between my fingertips when I
Spread my arms wide to beg for him.
He is slender enough to fit inside the curve of my body when I
Lay my head down to dream of him.
He is mortal enough to have substance beneath my hands,
To have bones and skin and flesh,
To breathe in and out,
To leave footprints where he walks, where his slight body meets the earth,
He is 1,520 kilometers wide.
He is a sun-kissed hurricane that I never saw coming,
That I never could,
That could level my cities and never even try.
I am brought to my knees by the way
The air refuses to settle when he leaves a room. By the way
Elements are born in his gaze. By the way
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing every thing,
Every boy-city,
In his path.
He is blue eyes and massive storm, 1,520 kilometers wide.
I am swept away.
