Napo 17

This is getting difficult. I'm fighting some brain fog this week. Bleh.

Abecederian for Survival in a Hurricane

A is for the aftermath—

Be ready for it,

Closed roads keeping you from home,

Debris of lives floating through neighborhoods,

Endless work to clean up the mess created by this.

F is the flood. I thought we’d been through this already,

God. What ever happened to that covenant?

Harvey taught us to have faith

In nothing anymore—

Jesus,

Karma,

Love.

M is for the monster finally fading, the clouds eventually parting,

Nothing could stop it in its tracks.

O is for the shape of our mouths,

Perpetually hung open as we picked up the pieces,

Quelled our fears,

Rebuilt our lives from the brokenness.

S is for the streets,

Trash piled high like mountains of

Unimaginable loss—your father’s favorite chair, shattered

Vases filled with molded lilies,

Wooden desks, built by calloused hands, water-logged and ruined.

X is for the exodus of people that never returned, even after

Years have passed now, the land you once called home

zoned for green-space as we try to close the good book on Harvey.