After Hurricane Patricia
October 24, 20015 – Barra de Navidad Mx.
It was not wrath,
that tearing away in rage.
Nothing so personal and harsh,
or even so cleansing.
It was a day that wore on threateningly,
and the first strong winds
came as kind of a relief,
so that now, at last,
that terrible wait was over
and it was happening,
and then, it wasn’t so bad,
the worst never materialized,
and even the strongest gusts of wind
failed to frighten us much
because we had imagined so much worse,
and everyday hurts and angers and fears
mattered less at the moment.
And then it was over and
nobody really said much,.
We just went about counting survivors,
marking tallies and thanking
whatever-it-is that we could never understand
as time began to move forwards again
with a renewed sense of amazement that
sorrow and joy were still with us.
Are you ok?,
How lucky we were,
It’s so good to see you again,
I love you so much, we said when we met,
and possibly really meant it.