Heard Sandy coming
was warned she’d sweep us away
not hype if it’s real.
In the days waiting
pressure dropping, wind blowing
exhausted by it all.
Wind surging in waves
whispering gathered to roar
trees swayed back and forth
Windows rattling
the blown rain sounds like pebbles
the cats and I nap.
Later I stepped out
the night warm, trees loud with wind
moon backlit the clouds.
