Poem describing the experience of trauma by Gregory Orr

Hunkered down,  nerve-numb, 
in the carnal hut, 
the cave of self, 
while outside a storm 
rages.
      Huddled there, 
rubbing together 
white sticks of 
your own ribs, 
praying for sparks 
in that dark 
where tinder is heart, 
where tender is not.