When the Hurricane Came

 

It’s arrival was expected,

everything destroyed

not securely tied down.

 

intoxicating, demanding, overwhelming.

structures, intimate places,

swept away with

devil’s blast.

 

sensual energy,

thrilling, invigorating,

intimations from within

with reckless abandonment,

sudden forgetfulness of caution,

heightened excitement.

 

only after fierce rage

had begun to subside,

began to assess the fury.

All that had been built

in ruins, barely functioning,

hardly recognizable, weak voices,

sense of purpose deranged.

 

Jim Desson, Oct., 2000

 

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