Trapped.

Isolation.

Living on a roof.

Water, water

everywhere,

this strange

pool of death.

Torrents of rain.

The heat of the sun.

Waiting.

A brown sea

on a brown land.

Flowing.

Debris.

Rising, ever rising,

and washing remorselessly

over everything

treasured till

all that’s left is

the struggle for

life itself.

Waiting.

Astonished by nature.

Why has it come to this?

Water, water everywhere,

but not a drop safe to drink.

Looking to the sky,

looking, and waiting for

the sound that

may never come.

 

5/3/2022