Hurricane
first light found
the gulf winds
rifling thru the jacaranda trees
there was an eerie
stickiness
in the air
as a darkened scrim
of storm clouds
were forced marched
across the wide sky
somewhere far away
a siren complained
but there were no
morning bird sounds or cries
only the faithful flag
snapping & crackling
on it’s corner pole
I crawled deeper
into my cave of blankets
trying to will myself
to be anywhere else
but here
captive
fearful of facing
the force
of unresolved feelings
caught
in a squeeze
I can’t control
there will be
no reprieve
this time
I’ve already
chain-smoked
all my chances
all I can do now
is
wait