there is no Tuesday Poem
not here
no words about the weather
no exuberant escape
no tales of branches smashed on cars
water washing beaches onto the street
and time spent in the dark
cold
powerless
night
Because this is the morning
and in time, the wind eases
and the sun comes out
it always does
uncaring
unflinching
pulling everything into stark relief
A.J.Ponder
Storms happen, this poem was more about the aftermath - I hope you're all having a better week than some of the poor souls catching the worst of this storm
A.J.
A.J. Ponder's books are available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, Paper Plus and good Wellington bookstores.
