Monday, October 3, 2011


When the tornadoes come

There is no warning

There is no remembering

Only debris to remind you of their path

Fortune favors no one

When the gyres wind up your world

And toss it to the sky

Scattering far and wide

What on earth was home and heaven

They will pass.

But will we survive?

Time will tell, and soon.

When the tornadoes come

That is all that is certain.

1 comment:

johnpauljustlikethepope said...

Thinking of those whose health has turned for the worse.