After the Hurricane

AFTER THE HURRICANE After the hurricane, usually, so little’s left behind. The winds, winds, the howling winds, keep howling … in my mind. Inconceivable, I’m not dead, somehow, someway, alive Must get going and start searching, other souls … help revive Winds were tossing roofs here and there, trees were stripped of their bark. When trapped in tangled rubble, felt … naked, bare, and stark. Excruciating to look around, no sounds of life can hear. The vastness of destruction, Is far away … and near. After the hurricane, dear God, who’ll help helpless survive? Ordinary folks who become, earth angels … in disguise. November 13, 2020 After the Hurricane, contest sponser Craig Comish