“We dodged a bullet,” someone said. Is that even possible? Hearts connect and suffering is universal. Escape is illusory. Even if we numb ourselves; avoid the horrific television images, even that is deceptive. Our coastal homes have been ravaged once again and the recovery will be long and grueling. Pray, yes. Help where you can, yes. But remember there is no safety and we are all in this together. We cannot separate ourselves from the suffering of others unless we forget that we are all made from the same spirit. And even if we forget, the spirit that moves through us all never will.
Tangible
The sirens have surfaced again from deep waters.
They don’t care about our beauty or our sex.
They want our firstborn and our ancient ones.
Death is all they crave.
They steal our memories for fuel.
There is no safe place to hide.
Waiting until the cruel waters subside,
When calmer winds
Return their hideous screeching,
Disguised as seductive longing,
To the ocean depths
Joining new souls to
Those through centuries of kidnapping are
Stirred to the surface once again.
We remember and then forget.
So fragile is life
So tangible is death.
© 2017 Bessie Adams Senette
THE BAYOU MYSTIC 