It Is Strange (Thanksgiving 2012)

Barbara Novack

It is strange
hearing the stories
of those who’ve lost so much.
in this post-Sandy apocalypse,
people whose houses were cold, dark islands,
with no heat, no light
no communication with the outside world,
cars destroyed, houses swamped by the surge,
clothes, furniture and appliances floating;
it is strange, this unreal reality.
It is strange, seeing the pictures,
seeing the fact
of devastation.

It is a strange, chill world.

And amid this
we say thank you
for what we have not lost,
love of family and friends,
love for one’s fellow beings that brings
the sustenance of succor
that wraps in warmth
the trembling soul.


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