After

Fury, violence, distress, turbulence.
The world swirls, jerking objects,
fierce and carnal. Storms rage.
And after, calm. Damage assessment,
sorting good from among the bad,
inventory taken. And it is over
illogical as that may feel from the midst,
but everything ends. All cannot be mended,
some holes will always remain, but it ends.
Life goes on, and good appears
among the dregs. Rebuilding begins
while memories tarry.