Life Debris
A ravaged land garbage strewn
down to a slab of concrete; houses gone
turbulent skies a mile high- a mile wide
its conduct disorderly, unstable and
thunderous, a boiling swirl of inclement
ferocity; a weather pattern scattered and
headed toward the town.
A shrill of sirens whirr and sound, the loudness causes the
dogs to wail and howl and hide under chairs and
beds. They huddle knowing full well something is
amiss. They ask for protection as we all huddle
in the corner with blankets and radios and phones in hand,
as a cyclone passes above our heads.
The damage it does in mere moments is to not believe,
it buries whole entire lives in a millisecond and while
some are completely unscathed and untouched without explanation
others go on to share an unspeakable loss. There are losses profound; like life.
Life is the thing that brought us to this place. Life is what it is that we
live, like kids on ball fields and moms at shopping malls and daters sharing
ice cream malts at the diner- this life until it’s not.
This tornado of damage has left the streets barren and children frightened
and the school has disappeared. But then life happens again. The community
comes together and spirits blend with heartfelt magnetism. And the mission is
to build and rebuild and to feed and feed again, to help remake the aforementioned
life.
The process begins when the paths of life debris is renewed.