Hurricane
He drifted to sleep.
In sleep and in consciousness, it was easy to forget his roots.
Sometimes it was all he remembered.
His thoughts grew weaker,
he drifted. His life in the Caribbean came flooding back.
His mother
His father
The people whom he knew.
The people in his town.
His town-
There were storm clouds approaching.
Ominous. Dark grey of color.
Approaching fast.
With them came heavy rain;
Winds of the sorts he had never seen before.
The village flooded without hesitation,
People being swept away in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye.
He blinked his eyes open and jolted awake.
He was in the eye of the storm.
The air was still,
There was quiet.
The calm.
RM
(I thought of this while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack, specifically the song Hurricane, so I can thank Lin-Manuel for this one. It also was originally narrative format, but I decided it stood better alone as a poem.)
Beautifully written! Lin-Manuel - such a inspiration!
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