after Florence

from this distance
i find it hard to imagine
an ocean trampling across
the prairies

water destroying, drowning its way
through every thing
and there’s the fear that One can survive
only so many disasters

from here i sit, companied with empathy
wondering over your many
wounds
there was perfectness, this is not it

for you
my thoughts are a nest of concerns
would it move you to know, would you cry
and wish for me

has all that you have, or had
been finally taken for the last time?
for me
it is you

there are hells yet
for miles on all sides
this one here, so far away
is mine

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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