Mind Storm

I was five when a hurricane blew through.

Dark and deep went my overwhelmed mind.

Small, scared children lined up for

refuge

 

I shook on the living room floor,

The sky sank and wind whistled.

No power, hour by hour it stayed

dark.

 

Fifteen years later on a new pink floor, I sat.

Gazing out the same window at windy twilight

Sparky sat too, miffed by wind and

worry

 

Up to the bathroom the potential cyclone carried me

Not out of calm but of fear

Blankets by the door sleeping on

the floor

 

Uncomfortable silence despite the outside winds

 

Voices of love lulled me to sleep

In the morning we will evaluate the ruins of my village

Or maybe we’ll all just be

gone