Doctor Grandma

The silence is deafening,
I lie here thinking,
Where do the homeless go,
In a hurricane?

Tonight there is hardly
A sound or a chirp,
It is as if they sense
The coming dread,

We all await
The power unleashed
That soon will blow above our heads,

The size of 3 states
Nature’s fury
She churns the waters
Reaching out her arms,

“Rest assured,
I am coming,” she says,
“I will turn your way
Into the South,

I will release
My endless waters,
The winds I have
Will scream my name,

And you will know
When I am with you,
And when I leave
Your world will be changed,”

And so we wait
These endless hours, and birds now sing at break of day,
I bring my plants in from the porch, and wonder
Where the homeless go
In a hurricane?

            cfblackawaiting Florence 09-13-2018

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