The Silence in the Storm


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


(Art: BBB)