The storm came in the morning
A day that had begun as any other
Became a day nobody would forget.
Ice spread through our veins
Teeth began to chatter
Seeking comfort in the sleep-intoxicated pink cheeks
And tousled hair of our children,
A promise that something in the world
Was still perfectly right.
Fear, indignation, bile rising in our throats
Stomachs leadened, sickened
We stared, wooden
At the screen that once delivered talking turtles
And rainbows to squealing children.
Desperate to stop the flow of information
That we could not fit inside our minds
Physically unable to remove it from our eyes
Lest the threat spread to our own backyard
And we are caught unaware.
Involuntarily flinching at the sudden sound
Of any engine
People flocked to fill them
Less for the prayer or blessings
More for the sense of unity,
A hand to…
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