Adam After the Hurricanes

For my moment in time I will be calm, won't I, black morning, you who come to me after last night's hurricane, who are dead as I know life, your slate face like a grave.

I know there is a lesson in the storm— ha! ha! you idiot, what could that be? If I stare long enough into this grave presenting itself to me as a stone.

I'm here, the light says, breaking in the East. You never asked for me, but I have come just as I came, slowly that first morning. I've never given up on mortal man. Get up, it's your time; Eve is here, waiting. All is not lost; you have our banishment to contend with, the familiar problems.