If I Were A Whirl of Wind

A poem told from a humble tornado’s perspective

Photo by The Cleveland Museum of Art on Unsplash

I was spawned, one stormy day,
When my mother decided to play
Somewhere along Tornado Alley.

She bumped into my dad,
Spawned me, and I was glad,
And they gave me the name of Sally.

My parents were quite mysterious,
Because they seemed to be so serious,
When their job took them many different places.

They traveled miles while in a field,
Seeing what their twisting and turning would yield,
While watching the terror on many people’s faces.

I only wanted to tag along,
To twist and turn to the tune of a song,
And leave damages to be done for another.

I didn’t want to act and destroy,
I only wanted to seek out a boy,
Who would like the joy of flight and not bother.

To try and collide
With objects in the way and abide
To the rules and laws of nature.