Watched the hurricane
unfold on TV.
Couldn’t sleep, restless.

Recalled
past hurricanes
in other cities.

Flooded streets,
collapsed buildings,
pople without.

Dreaded
what we would see
in the morning.

Earth caught
in what seemed
to be a path

leading toward
endless wind
and rain.

Changed tv channel
found that
“Twiligth Zone” episode

about Earth moving
away from the sun
into a long winter.

Me worn out
by worry.
Eventually sleep.

Awakened
by sunlight
and silence.

Praying
for people
I do not know.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.