Aftermath
Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 12:34 am
Aftermath
She’s still here.
People peeking out
Changed now, as if still within themselves,
Still in touch with the Heavens.
The breeze is fresh now, and high in the trees
She still calls to us.
The strange rain has stopped.
Unexpectedly cold, during this tropical storm
Soaking rain, that seemed to remain
In the air, and never touch the ground.
We are very much alive.
But our world,
Our lives
Have been moved by the storm.
Moved from off their foundations
Like the towns on the coast.
What we thought solid and real
Swept away now.
It is good.
Thoughts fail us.
Sights outside keep us
Within ourselves.
She remains with us,
And now in some strange sense
We are comforted by her.
In the days to come
It is more quiet.
Candles still burn
And we speak softly,
Knowing that soon enough
The world will burst back
Into our lives
And take us again.
Reclaiming us for itself.
The world is greedy.
We will build new homes
And new illusions about ourselves.
But the storm has called us.
We are changed.
Those slabs on the coast.
Homes washed away, fit for ghosts.
What was it?
No one believed.
Within our peaceful climate
The spirits not understood,
Living down by the sea
In the air,
In the dusk,
Yet no one believed.
No one believed.
A second chance now.
Spirits in the breezes
Along the coast.
Believe.
We will renew
Our spirits,
Receiving
And then passing along
What was never truly ours.
She’s still here.
People peeking out
Changed now, as if still within themselves,
Still in touch with the Heavens.
The breeze is fresh now, and high in the trees
She still calls to us.
The strange rain has stopped.
Unexpectedly cold, during this tropical storm
Soaking rain, that seemed to remain
In the air, and never touch the ground.
We are very much alive.
But our world,
Our lives
Have been moved by the storm.
Moved from off their foundations
Like the towns on the coast.
What we thought solid and real
Swept away now.
It is good.
Thoughts fail us.
Sights outside keep us
Within ourselves.
She remains with us,
And now in some strange sense
We are comforted by her.
In the days to come
It is more quiet.
Candles still burn
And we speak softly,
Knowing that soon enough
The world will burst back
Into our lives
And take us again.
Reclaiming us for itself.
The world is greedy.
We will build new homes
And new illusions about ourselves.
But the storm has called us.
We are changed.
Those slabs on the coast.
Homes washed away, fit for ghosts.
What was it?
No one believed.
Within our peaceful climate
The spirits not understood,
Living down by the sea
In the air,
In the dusk,
Yet no one believed.
No one believed.
A second chance now.
Spirits in the breezes
Along the coast.
Believe.
We will renew
Our spirits,
Receiving
And then passing along
What was never truly ours.