In the wake of a Hurricane, I wonder
how many of us are still sleeping?
it’s the first day
but I’m already so tired.
God gave me stars again today
but I almost couldn’t see them
though I blocked out the
single street lamp, still,
a haze unrelated to my eyes.
how do you hold onto delight?
The fire alarm sounds
it blares against my ear
drumming a physical pain
but it drives us to move
and maybe pain is not so bad
if it brings healing
I wonder where we’re going
when we don’t know which road
this is except it’s the right one.
[Today I learned that boys cry a lot more than girls do and that most of us aren’t sure about the future; we always get so defensive about our beliefs, even when no one is really attacking them, and four hours are usually better spent in company than not. And I decided to write this poem just now, which isn’t really about any of these things.]
I’ll leave off backseat driving
because I haven’t got my license yet
though I realize this is a boat
and we’ll go wherever the wind takes us,
even if I jump and it blows me four feet
back to the beginning.