Nor’easter

Weather me to honesty

And blow me back to sea—

To birth and home // and origins of self.

Midnight calls to yesteryear.

Forecasts made in quiet.

Have you considered turning inland?

I am the land and storm,

My soil sown with salt.

Bringing myself to realization—

A synonym for inhospitable.

I’ll take myself by wind // or quake // or silent dissipation,

Or desperation

Or dying.

They all feel just the same now.