The Silence in the Storm
The city’s near pitch black now,
Sandy unleashed her tantrum
leaving thousands in duress.
Drinking water in the jug comforts
and edibles in the pantry
alleviate thoughts of starving.
Sunlight makes the daytime busy,
giving the semblance of safety.
But nights with no electricity,
no phone, no sound but that of
a fragile city coughing, after dark is when
the real nightmares begin.
A locked door is all that staves off
what could be chaos.
Silence is foreboding.
Streets are still seeping water,
souls are filled with want,
and nights have too many hours.
Brenda Bishop Blakey