Monday, May 14, 2012

It Happened Overnight

Stranded in Minneapolis during the collapse of the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome, December 11, 2010

 Trapped in the airport far from home
I watch the scene from every screen.
Less than a week of falling fluff
(soft noiseless stuff) had felled the dome.
 At first, beneath the weighty drift
a telling swell, snow dusting light.
Then the sudden give and cave,
the drift a drop of driving white--
the air ashake.  And I, awake.
All that night I cannot sleep.
Over the arena of my heart
thoughts of you fall thick and deep.

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To Mom

Who would have thought, when years had passed,  and you had left this world for good, I'd find such comfort remembering the way it felt ...