Seized (a poem re: Hurricane Sandy)

To the basics 
we clung 
as rock bottom 
rose, 
trying its best 
to meet us -- 
wind lashing 
on top, 
fury unrelenting.  
Hands over head 
while roof took the blows 
and the blows 
and the blows, 
high-speed pitches 
of branch-shaped 
baseballs, 
gutters flailing in the wind 
like crazed ghosts.  
Seized with wind's fever, 
the skylight 
burst out, 
flying steady 
on Aladdin's invisible carpet, 
landing flat on grass.  
Gazing up at the gaping hole, 
I thought, 
"It might get a bit chilly."


Our Hurricane Sandy experience.  Written by me on November 6, 2012.

 ~ Carolyn

Posted here retroactively on June 15, 2014 as an accompaniment to my "Daisies" post of November 9, 2012.  I've entered the post date of 11-9-12 here so as to keep the two pieces consecutively placed.