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From a distance of time and place
we tremble as
the Earth’s brown life-blood
escapes its arterial path.
Manmade levees and spillways
of concrete and steel
are but impotent efforts
to staunch the wrath of nature.
We weep as hope hemorrhages away
as dreams fall prey
to the silent storm.
God reminds us again
that we are not the masters
of our universe.
© 2011 by Tom Hooker.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Tom Hooker was born and raised in North Mississippi, but he and his family have lived in Hendersonville, North Carolina since 1988. Tom has had short stories and poems published in a number of literary journals across the nation. His poem, “The Senses of You,” won the 2024 Mensa International Poetry Competition. Facilitator of the Blue Ridge Writers Group in Hendersonville since 2007, Tom is the author of a novel, Twenty-Five Angels, a novel co-authored with Gary Adler,The War Never Ends, and his
most recent, Year of the White Dog.
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nadia ibrashi:
Very nice. Thanks.
Posted 06/05/2011 09:42 PM
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vawomann:
How true, how very true. Whether it's a huricane, tornado, flood, drought or snowstorm..."we are NOT masters of our universe".
Posted 06/05/2011 06:36 PM
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dotief@comcast.net:
Very powerful! I love that in so few words this poet is able to capture the reality of natural disasters. Very nice!
Posted 06/05/2011 08:19 AM
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