Peter Walks for Democracy

THE FLOOD

the flood, this giant flood, it’s
flooding everything and
throwing sandstones coated in gray-brown water

the flood, this giant flood, it’s
flooding everything and
stripping soil, yanking stone, heaving and hewing, and
roiling, the dark waters carry brines of invective,
glances and sneers gouging
bark of the trees
we planted by the cold waters and

the flood, this giant flood, it’s
flooding everything and
rising so high it’s
torn out the hemlocks and the rhodies by
Standing Stone Creek and the
stern sycamore from the flash flood of ’14 and

the flood, this giant flood, it’s
flooding everything through the windows and
bursting through the door and sweeping
the furniture and the heartwood
out of our house, and

the flood, this giant flood, it’s
taken our bed and you
with it.
* I have started a Poem of the Day (POTD) practice. Last time I did this, I posted a poem that I’d read (including occasional song lyrics), or that I’d written or revised. Last time, January 1, 2014 to December 31, 2014, I shared every day for one year. I will share all original drafted work here.