I lie on my back, on the bench outside, watching blue sky.
Not a trace of remembrance of Mathew- Hurricane, down here and above up high.
White clouds move harmonically,
-from one side of landscape to the other, so very slowly.
Who would have guessed the storm showered my place,
-making low sound vibrations like an angry drum dance.
The sky is so peaceful not a trace in the blue.
Only People in Haiti and North Carolina still walking in water. Questioning heavens.
No answer, no clue.