The Seeing Eye Of A Hurricane
I couldn’t wait for the hurricane season,
only to find that I was in the wrong
location for one – I had to live down
the coast to get its full effects. I wanted
to move South, like the birds.
I’d watch them migrating each day,
and feel jealous. The ones who left
early had time to land and explore.
The last minute ones raced across the sky.
They didn’t break the sound barrier,
like jets, and leave behind noise,
but they cut through the landscape
like a buttered knife through
cheese cake. How I wished
I could become a first hand witness
to God’s tantrums. There was no
other way to describe hurricanes. ‘The Lord
giveth and taketh away.’ He was doing both
at the same time. He was giving us a show,
while taking away the shelters we called home,
putting them back into the sea where life came from.