"The Storm"

In honor of National Poetry Month, I will be posting work by myself each Friday. This is an older poem but it seems to reflect the current state of things...

The Storm

After the storm, along the
Water’s edge, the pieces
Lay, windows, walls, trees,
An occasional auto,
The elephant layered between buildings,
The zebra peeking out from splinters of wood,
A hand in the dirt, all the things
From our lives
All the precious things gone
All the things we can't have back
All the things that seemed so sure, solid
Evidence of our helplessness
Fathomless results

©JEF 2014