Hurricane Ian

The sounds outside howl inside.
My skull feels a barometric shift
and the newscaster says that our State
is going to be in big trouble.

We pray. We sleep. 
We wake to the wind and water
Intruding.
Always a collection of drops forms
wild and angry waves
for us to evade.
The priest says that no one did anything wrong
because like children we seek to find out who's 
to blame.

We huddle together and wish the best
even for those whom we don't like.
Their lives mean majesty.

Another day.
The roof held!
Our tiny world held its shape.
We live.
Blue jays are in the oak arguing about
the breeze.
Location Miami, Florida USA E-mail helen@lemushelen.blog Hours M - Th 8 - 10 PM EST and Saturday 4 - 8 PM EST
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