I always thought storm chasers
were a little crazy
these men with cameras
and beater cars
driving into the middle of nowhere
to chase an impending disaster.
Their faces would be split with a smile
almost drunk with pleasure
as they maneuvered their car across fields
and roads
to chase storms across darkening skies.
dodging debris and laughing
as one hand filmed it all.

I was mistaken though.
it wasn’t craziness but unbridled passion
that led them into the eyes of hurricanes
and middle of thunder storms.
they were in awe.
enraptured by the fearsome splendour
that is nature made.
where others saw destruction
they saw beauty
and ran towards it,
arms outstretched, eyes watching
lips praying and cursing in the same wild breath.

I wonder if I’ll ever
find someone
who runs towards my storm,
when everyone else runs away.
I wonder if they
will curse and marvel at my form
as the world around us falls apart.
hopefully they will see the beauty
in the mess.
hands outstretched and waiting
eyes unblinking
unafraid.
and ready.