The Unnamed Storm
Perhaps to
name you
was to know
you.
Your gradual approach
allowed the
denial.
…as if preparations were
unnecessary or not to be rushed…
maybe your landfall would be
soft
in
the middle of the night as
I slept, unknowing.
Oh but that doesn’t ever
happen with
a
hurricane.
The steering currents warm
with energy
made certain
that
your arrival would be noticed.
You brought a power greater
than mine.
I stood helpless on
the shore
to
hold you back
or keep
it as before.
My belongings scattered…should
I search or
are they ruined by your
caustic pounding
and should I
just let them
go?
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