Today’s guest poet  —  Rainer Maria Rilke

Sense of Something Coming

I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is
coming, and must live
it through.
while the things of the world still do
not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies

I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.
I leap
out, and fall back,
and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone
in the
great storm.

Image by amazing photographer Clark Little