Vulnerable

Vulnerable

Twisting, turning, rumbling, tumbling in my stomach

Out of the blue it turns into a roaring sea-I’m awestruck

This change strikes me so quickly

I couldn’t have even seen it coming

It makes me anxious—my head is ringing.

It thrills me—like the top of a rollercoaster.

It takes my breath away.

 

Atop a mountain the wind threatens to knock me over

Yet the feeling is too great—where I want to be is closer.

 

Vulnerable.

Twisting, turning, rumbling, tumbling in my stomach

Like day and night—I’m awestruck. 

Behind the Lens with National Geographic Photographer Ami Vitale

Behind the Lens with National Geographic Photographer Ami Vitale

David Brooks Says Trump was the Wrong Answer to the Right Question

David Brooks Says Trump was the Wrong Answer to the Right Question