Hurricane Florence Poems

In the tense hours before and during the storm, my mind had the space to compose some poems.

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Who built this road?

I’ll never know

I can only find out

Where it goes.

Who cleared the path?

What man? What woman?

What child ate because of

Their labor?

Who built the sky?

And mountains on

The horizon?

What God? Or Goddess

Filled the desert?

Who built this road?

I will never know. But now,

I must discover

Where it goes.

Perhaps I can find it

On a map. Or perhaps

I will just drive.

Uncle Stew 

Enigmatic tear from a place

so far

A well too deep

Perhaps dust

from a star

Mote in the eye

of a cry

Single tear

rivulets of tears

Sobs of grief

howls of laughter

cries for joy

All one expression

drops of water

made inside

a human being

But belonging

to

Eternity

I am back on the road to NYC to resume my job there. Expect more poetry will come to me on the long drive. I feel great love for all in my life. Thank you for the lessons. I am humbled and blessed to know you.

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