Creation (Water)

The floods put out the fires and left

The monoliths smoking in the mizzle

That drifts through the heaving storm.

Glassy sheets, dappled by drips tumbling

From clouds, cover grass, benches, houses

That fizz as electrics short out. The damp

Pervades from water table to

Atmosphere. It was this salvation

That drowned us, smothered the new shoots

That explode from ash -

All shut out.

 

 

 

 

The air clears. Blue sits in glassy reflection.

Peace settles in the silence.

We float, carried downstream.

 

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Henry Bew, 2012.

Done