FEATURED POETRY: Losing Touch by Mitzy Espiritu

storms come and go

without a warning,

or sometimes are just forboding.

scientists warn us, but

they never get it right,

and they never get it wrong,

like playing hide and seek

while blindfolded.

storms come and go

without a warning,

always without a warning.

i try to warn myself, but

i never get it right.

i never get it right.

you never get it right.

No one will ever get it right.