The Trouble with Time by Mark Worrell (2008-9)
I cannot imagine 100 and
95 miles per hour winds coming through
and oceans following them.
So I watch disaster videos on
each hour while counting out the copper
coins I can and will send.
Still, when I close my eyes, it is as if
I am at the opera and music
starts an endless crescendo.
Around me waves of sound buffet my thighs
salt water drips from my lashes and cheekswhile calmly, I whisper prayers.
Inspired by Super Typhoon Haiyan and Grace's Sunday Challenge: Featuring Mike Worrall at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads. Also posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #175.