Hurricane Season, a poem by Craig R Kirchner at Spilwords.com

Hurricane Season

Hurricane Season

written by: Craig R Kirchner

 

I wrote about it, we argued, not nasty,
but disagreed about whether to leave.
We stayed, I made risotto. We planned
to sleep in the master bedroom closet,
Swedish death cleaned, stocked with
bottled water, a small mattress.
It’s closest to the middle of the building,
furthest from the windows, very stable,
if the condo blows away or ends up
under water, so will the rest of Florida.

June through November, half the year,
we stiffen to possibilities, wait for reports.
Last season science pointed out that
the Gulf has gotten five degrees warmer
over the past decade, storms will necessarily
multiply and strengthen. Hurricane Milton,
last year’s ninth, developed into a FIVE
faster than any other on record.
We haven’t been told to evacuate, been lucky.
If it was demanded, I’m sure we would.

Fortunately, this season we will be free
of the maps, gauges and those systems
that throw such fears and trepidation at us.
We will no longer have the uncomfortable
back and forth about whether to leave,
we will not be bothered with these worries,
warnings of imminent danger, it’s too
expensive to even think about how hot
the Gulf could get, it is a top priority however
to assign it to the proper great nation.

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