November Storm

Rain pounds metal, wakes up a sleepy Fall.
Red flashes. Fire trucks stand parked
behind Medical Alert, a tow truck

and people holding their sides shocked to be alive.
Someone landed in the creek. Someone stopped time. 
Someone died.

Rocks fall. Branches crack, roots rip up.
What remains, creates awe;
whoever is not broken prays. 


(c) Gudrun Mouw
November 2, 2015