Metathesis

I.

The water stole the moment,

Turning peace to turmoil,

Carrying the bodies

To rocks and shore

With no warning of the change,

They would find.

II.

The thought was lost-

The reasoning unseen

As the world spiraled

In a sheen of Crashing waves

Over already blurred eyes.

III.

The beauty was there,

In a moment only,

The strength the reason

For the calm confusion

On faces of victims

Who filled lungs

With the wind of change.

IV.

Resistance was seen

In growth from water,

Thirst gone in absorption

Of the dangerous mind

That lead to the flood.