waking on the shore of some distant place

it’s all very simple to begin
you realize you’re floating
in blue sky and so be it but this
soon devolves into drifting
without tether or mooring which
is all well and good until a rumbling
begins behind you and you know
this cannot be good all this rumbling
behind you is growing and gathering
strength and collecting the light
from a sky growing dark as a panic
flame flares in your brain as that
rumble now roars and of a sudden
you’re swept up inside and beset
by great winds you can’t see
the world in chaos just watching
your little feet churn at the air