They call me the eye of the Hurricane,

The calm before the storm. 

With gentle winds and balmy skies,

I offer peace to travelers who’ve journeyed from afar,

A place to drop their bags and rest their heads, 

An oasis from the war,

A jug of wine, a loaf of bread and then ...

A bolt of lightning, thunderstorms,

Death, destruction and exile once more.

Rosalind Resnick 

June 25, 2020