Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

Flood

Earthquakes, mudslides, and floods.
The flood came with mudslides and road
closures, causing a major bridge closure.

She brought death and destruction.
She went, but not before changing
the landscape of Northern California.
She altered lives, but I was fortunate.

Once caught in a flood, I was
neither harmed nor felt any danger.
Family and property were fine and
never threatened either. But we
were shut off from each other
for a night and a day. But many
others suffered so much more than me.

Driving through a puddle of water,
My car stalled and so did I.
Communications were shut down.
So, I sought shelter and found
it through the Red Cross.

I was cut off from family 25
miles north of the Golden Gate,
a mild headache compared to
others in the Golden State.

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