In the Wake of Irene

Youdidn’t surprise anyone.

Wegazed with watchful trepidation

Asyou brewed and churned

Indeep blue waters far from shores of island nations.

Growingstronger with each hour.

Movingslowly, building forces

Farbeyond our petty powers to control,

Wepay the toll

 As you begin your path of torture.

 

Icower in anticipation,

Seethe first drops pelt my windows,

Feelthe building strength of winds

Thatdrive the deluge to my doorstep,

Sapsthe power from my veins

Withseemingly relentless power,

Wonderingwhen it will end,

Filledwith dread,

Drainedof will,

Spentand left to feel so small.