{ I wrote this a few months after Hurricane Michael destroyed parts of Florida and Alabama. I grew up dealing with hurricanes. This is an effort to capture how a person might feel after one of these storms.}
Puddles fluoresce in now brilliant sunshine
We wade through them in agony and awe;
Broken structures ache
We hear their moans of creaking as wind still insults them;
Yesterday’s treasures now wastes of trash
That lie in piles
Soon to reek an acrid smell;
Sky still freaky ugly turquoise
Lost clouds, left behind, fly confused;
We marvel at destructive design
Weird beauty left scattered
By Wind
By Wave
By Weather
By Indiscriminate Chance.
Michael you have left a mess
Go join your sister Florence
In Atlantic dissipation:
We remain to struggle
To Rebuild
In The
Aftermath.