Between Hurricanes

 As we slide into the 3rd world we have created,
running from hurricanes,
with our SS# indelibly inked on our arms
storms swell and swallow our control.


I am flooded with life review,
the beliefs of my youth.

I reach for my first Bible
which has survived every move.

I am mystified by Revelation’s
hallucinations again.


I would like to clutch an answer close,
bury myself in a father’s love
but that’s not how it goes.

There is only process,
synthesizing experience toward wisdom,
almost getting there,
like hanging on to a tree in a hurricane,
before being swept out to sea.

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