Maybe Hurricane Andrew was not enough...
Shifting, moving my home just three
Times...
On the foundation.
Maybe the death of a beloved rooster, my
'Roo',
Maybe the slow-motion fall of that pecan
Tree...
Going down night-side...cried over
Day-side.
Night. The real Halloween, for adults, that
Night.
Maybe Hurricane Andrew was not enough...
I remember my wolf, Katie, crying...
Strange, unworldly threads of sounds.
Wolves do not
Cry.
No sound but the winds...
No sound but my praying...
My home, shifting on foundations thought
Solid...
Katie crying...
Maybe Hurricane Andrew was a test...one
Of many.
For some...for some,
Their only
Test.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/screaming-in-the-closet/
