Katrina: Stairs On The Water
October is pregnant with November owls, smells of holidays
Wreathing round tables, windows.
No stairs.
First stories are ten feet high, with water marks, loose tin,
Loose memories of
No stairs.
Last year’s October, barren. Tears miscarried, dreams in
Beer bottles; toys, clothes, food begged by
Fire stations. No ice.
No stairs.
Christmas of words, Thanksgiving of doctors.
Halloween strutted real…mad dancing, skulls worn
And uncovered. No treats.
No stairs.
Were you proof-reading the Ten commandments,
Knowing water never goes to Heaven?
On that sunset lake were shadows of someone
Stumbling.
Too many stairs.
You were always right, but not always on time.
You took from Heaven.
You would not give.
Too many stairs
Got in the way.
elysabeth faslund
This is how it was on my much beloved bayous…I was not in New Orleans. I could only pray for them.
Would you believe that FEMA is now almost telling those victims to move out of FEMA trailers? True.
And, there are still families, on the bayous, that have never gotten a FEMA trailer at all……grrrrrrrrr