Still Here
I pause, take a breath, breathe-
Look at the rubble surrounding
Me and mine.
A twister came through,
And I’m still here.
I’m still breathing,
In and out, in and out,
A steady rhythm.
A twister came through,
And I’m not in Oz.
I pause, swivel, turn-
Breathe and gaze and learn
Devastation of the mind.
A twister came through,
And I’m still here.
I’m still breathing,
In and out, in and out,
A steady rhythm.
A twister came through,
And left me in its wake.
I pause, stock still, stone-
Take in the song
Of survivors.
They chant:
A twister came through,
And we’re still here.
We’re still breathing,
As one, in and out,
A steady rhythm-
Like a heartbeat.
A twister came through,
And ravaged our homes,
And disappeared into dust.
A twister came through,
And we are still alive.
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