Katrina at 20 Years

We’ve all been to the leafy straight lane
Porch screens open up to darkened dens
And the grass tips bend carelessly
In the shifting invisible wind.

In our minds we see the membrane
Of gray water dimpled with droplets.
Waters rise high, waters recede
Waters rise high, waters recede
Waters rise high, waters recede

Minds closed up once and for all
Under the earth and near
Where the River once lay.
Where the River lies nowIt lies.

There are stories to tell
But for now, let them lie.
Let the straight lane tell its own story.

Also see The Katrina Blog Project, my experience of what happened during Hurricane Katrina 20 years ago.