When Sandy Comes to Town
This is just surreal.
Like living in a dream with no chance of waking up.
Like your head is spinning and will not stop.
Like all you want to do is call your mommy but you have no service.
This is unbelievable.
When your home is full of shattered glass and you are hiding in the bathroom.
When your front yard is full of salt water as bitter as your thoughts.
When you are holding your kids and praying God takes you instead of them.
This is imaginary.
Am I really trying to reach a shelter when I have a home?
Am I looking at the rich mingle with the poor?
Am I watching a tragedy bring my city together?
This is make-believe.
Please tell me this is not happening.
Please whisper that it is all just pretend.
Please hum a tune that makes me forget my entire universe is being swept away
by a hurricane.
- Kari Dinsmore
