Feb. 19, 2016

Flood-Zone Flashback

Rain is
A part of life
And sometimes it really
Pours. Down comes the rain. And up goes
The tide.

A poor
Family, I
Grew up in a flood zone
Where all things not secure, drifted

Bin, chair,
Barrel, tarp, toy;
However, whatever
Seen floating, offhandedly, was

Much like
Life and current
Times. Lots of free falling.
Everything without an anchor

Be sure
And hold to those
Things near and dear. Retrieve
The drifting. Don’t let them float

© 2016 walterrean salley