A hurricane blew. But did not take away everyone, and those that remained pulled back to contain the expansiveness they had known. Having flew through the air in freedom, past and lives left behind. Returned to ground and the scattered debris of fields roasted in the morning sun touched each one,. The ground had hit them hard. They had tasted the elixir and parched mouths pulled on its receding taste. There could be no escape from this, they felt. There could be nothing but loss. With each new dawn’s return the lack grows stronger and the freedom, still blowing about them in a quiet hum, goes un-noticed as they curse each other week to week.
HurricaneIn Uncategorized on 5 March, 2011 at 20:59