Sense Of Something Coming

I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live it through.
While the things of the world still do not move:
The doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full of silence,
The windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.
I leap out, and fall back,
And throw myself out, and am absolutely alone in the great storm.

~Rainier Maria Rilke