This poetic muse is familiar
with state of emergencies, splintered oak trees
blocking roads, downed power lines that
leave us in the dark about our loved ones for hours.
But there’s dry humor, swapped
war stories, “we’re still standing,”
to weather tornado warnings and sort
through the wreckage. We hug neighbors
(once strangers) before their wind ravaged house
(“let me hold your hands and pray with you”),
watch laughing children turn a flooded street into a splashing
The Cajun Navy meet up with their boats before the National Guard
to save their Louisiana brothers and sisters, and old ladies
with culinary wisdom stir comfort onto plates in parking lots for the dazed.
We met another storm and we are bruised, but never broken.
Because this home, this is life, this is where we survive.
Note: Written in response to today’s extreme weather. At least 7 (maybe more) confirmed tornadoes touched down in New Orleans today. Through adversity, and the numerous storms we’ve been through throughout the years, I always see survivors, resilience, and even defiance in the face of disaster in my city.
To get a taste of what happened this morning, here’s a link of the video from WWLTV, posted by Sam Girault http://www.wwltv.com/news/local/viewer-video-captures-no-east-tornado/402450841
This is a rough draft–if I decide to work on it further. For now, a tribute, and poetic commentary