Hurricane Sandy
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Undertow
In my earliest memory I am drowning,
upside down in the shores of my hometown.
I’m two years old, on the sand with Mom,
seaglass in our pockets
and startling cool water on our toes.
Enlighten me with a flicker
The darkness so cunning
What is really true...
Then reality kicks in
Trapped in this palce
Time has no name
Accompanying me, all thoughts
Superstorm Sandy took away my home.
She didn't take away the walls or the floorboards,
and my bed hasn't moved at all. But
She took away our light, for all of
seven solid nights.
Sand is on the beach, but no feet will reach it.
Noone will come out to play as the water stretches across the sea.
Silence, utter silence, not even seagulls cry.
How many people are afraid they're gonna die?
Last summer
we tiptoed
across
driftwood panels.
Barefoot, but
carefully alert
we’d watch as
poison ivy
clung onto
both sides of
the boardwalk,
embracing
There is a fire in the sky!
A beautiful arrangement of clouds burning alive!
Celestial inferno! You have come to call for me
With a blaze of Inti’s fire!
Red as dark as cherries,
As thick as melted chocolate,
flowing in and out of the heart,
it pumps to a beat like no other.
Waves like mountains
move through streets
Waves like mountains
take lives like treats
Cries of children
echo through towns
Cries of children
become the only sounds
