Trauma (Storm)

Hunkered down, nerve-numb,
in the carnal hut,
the cave of self,
while outside a storm
rages.
          Huddled there,
rubbing together
white sticks of
your own ribs,
praying for sparks
in that dark
where tinder is heart,
where tender is not.

Copyright Credit: Gregory Orr, “Trauma (Storm)” from The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002). www.coppercanyonpress.org
Source: The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)