Along Comes a Flood

When the flood came, It was beyond what I envisaged, It was deeply overwhelming, My feet could barely find a place, I've seen my father wade through floods, Floods of varying depths, Some almost swallowed him, Some flow was turbulent, He could hardly stand, Everything he had was almost swept away, He said, Floods are an integral part of life, He said, Without flood life's story is incomplete, For it spices life's experiences, I'd rather wade through a laminar flow than a turbulent, I’d rather raise a bulwark against a turbulent flow, Make it flow in slow successions, For the floods on the inside in no way can be compared to those on the outside, They’re extreme disasters, Only the unseen power is potent a bulwark. February 08, 2022 Pick-A-Title, Vol 28 Poetry Contest – Along comes a flood Edward Ibeh