This weekend is our twelfth wedding anniversary (zoinks!! how???), and we are headed to Peaceful Beach in a couple of hours. Thanks to Free to Be who will watch the girls this afternoon, and to Mamala, who will take over until we return tomorrow evening.

Today's Friday Five is a word association; the words are
whirlwind, foundation, lightning, den, prey (from Job 38)

So, a twelve-line poem, dedicated to R.

no biblical whirlwind,
nor Shakespearean either,
no lightning crack to the temple,
crumbling the foundations;
I don't feel the earth move
except as we move on it together.

yet familiarity will stalk us as prey,
the den no safe place for us,
or too safe; and so, today
as the woods burst in brilliant flame,
we flee for our lives, toward the water
and waves, to find where it all began.