Chased mercilessly over well- worn tar palpable loss pushes a sable brush dunked in dread a furious deluge of fear oozes out blackens every inch of familiar landscape what if’s eat through the still static blue horizon making a meal of unborn dreams slaked only by hastily grabbed history coupled with ragged spirits that desperately haul hope north safe haven on strange soil still dark hours away
Hot on the heals of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans , August of 2005 was Hurricane Rita barreling our way when my daughter and I lived in the Houston area . It veered off and spared our home at the last minute and went off towards the Texas /Louisiana line , but fear guided our every action as we evacuated we saw our home and our lives hanging in the balance .The horrific devastation coming across our tv screens and computers from one state over chased us into the safety of the Round Rock near Austin area after driving in bumper to bumper traffic for over 9 hours up north. Normally that trip would be only around 3 hours, but as the population of Houston and it's surrounding areas headed to safety, nerves were tight and cell phones went out .