Sunday, April 28, 2024

In the Wake of Irene

You didn’t surprise anyone.

We gazed with watchful trepidation

As you brewed and churned

In deep blue waters far from shores of island nations.

Growing stronger with each hour.

Moving slowly, building forces

Far beyond our petty powers to control,

We pay the toll

 As you begin your path of torture.

 

I cower in anticipation,

See the first drops pelt my windows,

Feel the building strength of winds

That drive the deluge to my doorstep,

Saps the power from my veins

With seemingly relentless power,

Wondering when it will end,

Filled with dread,

Drained of will,

Spent and left to feel so small.

 

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