In fact

Nothing

Changed

The same coffee and tea

The same rituals of the day

But somehow

The world

Creates a world within it

That changes

Everything

That much

I know

The looming shark

Dwarfed my own

Light

As I stood

In the dark

Of unknown

What is bigger than me

As I stay in my lane

But I know

That the truth

Would be much

Easier

Than the shark bloom

Was it a bitter pill

To see the truth

In a very vibrant way

Of light and confusion

Take the bitter pill

Of truth

So hold these truths

To the same light

Of the fake

News

Blessed are those who

Run into the fears

Of others

To save the hope

That I saw that day

Unknown waters

In the open road

Cast a shadow of doubt

I am told

But to save a life

In the deepest moment of

Need

That was the blessed human

I could see

The night on watch

The eye of the hurricane

Moves over the Florida panhandle

Up to Western Carolina

Can we handle

A night of sleep

In the morning the jet

Engine rocks the shades

As the engine of water

Pours in spades

The eye of Helene upon us

Searing blasts over the land of mud and clay

The rain fell

All over that day

I pray for those

Who’s lives have been destroyed

The feeling of being trapped

In the wake of the waters bleeding edge

I made it out that day

And felt remorse to do more

For the night before

I never ever could have seen

What was torn up

By Helene

She stares

Through the window pain

With pain

Brain

Dead

And waiting for

The rain

To fall

Until the light of day

Is

Gone