Remembering September 2014 Floods in Poetry

I )

no glitter in the eyes behind pane of the battered window,

the consternation of my heart breaks a saucer in the kitchen,

my kitten rushes out into courtyard and is electrocuted






look at the autumn of our spring,

changing water of rivers from the music of outpouring into the craft of fury

which brings us down to what we were,


where we are was a sea once

fishes, you say,

struggling to get to the shore on a high tide noon






from the radio girl at midnight, we hear:
recreation of what was a catastrophe, and what is

a catastrophe in making,
drawing near, drawing near
moon by its touch will turn to ash

ponds spilling into orchards will turn blossoms into ruin
apples would taste of mud in summer,

in almond shells we will find vermin. even then
we won’t abandon our land




IV )
rain rains over roads, sewage channels clogged burst open
more water, more anguish

where we are was a sea, once, and shall there be a sea forever?
we tie together a boat of barks,

pulling night over us like a shroud
on voyage to mountains to our east

rowing with the melancholy of what we left back
the bells at a forsaken church sounding an alarm





V )
we say we will return

we will return when the sea will drain back into rivers,


when irises in the flower beds at home will flutter in the summer of our eyes

we will return then to our paths, and to our only shaken world








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