Another Storm

The storm, in my dream,
so filled with turmoil,
troubled my slumber
and tossed obstacles
upon my puddled-filled path.

I thrashed at lightning
as I pushed the doors of rain
aside. Wind and water blinded
me as I crouched, naked,
as if to look beneath bedclothes.

I must find my lover
before he is swallowed
by ravaging floodwaters.
Time was never important
until now...my moon is late.

Every son needs a warrior
who hunts the bear for food
and warmth. Every strong woman
seeks one stronger than herself.
I must reach him so he knows.