After the Floods

After the floods have washed away life hopes and dreams gone with each wave sitting now by a once-small creek, rife with catfish we never thought to save which, though river, now also a grave How can life itself be this fragile Firmly here, and then gone like a gust of wind that sweeps each lone desert mile Longed for rain we can no longer trust Memories that now have turned to dust Houses rebuild, harder are moments together we can no longer share As time dries tears, a new life foments friendships we didn't know waited there a new life of promises and care. April 20, 2024