a poem

Long ago in a land far away, I used to write poetry.  I wrote one a couple of years ago and thought I should spend time with words in this way more often.  We in The Gap have been swamped by rain, 18 inches in less than 48 hours.  For many, not recovered from the last storm, this is disaster.  For us, it just meant water in a wall from a roof leak, not repaired well or overflowed we are not sure.  But there is water flowing everywhere.  The results....

Rivers

coursing, surging

twisting

Rivers

Rivers

raging, pushing

flooding

Rivers

Water

cool, refreshing

cleansing

Water

Rivers

flowing, lazy

floating

Rivers

Redeemed.