we tracked
her gyrations
on the weather
channel for days
eyeing the graceful
pirouette of her
cyclonic spin

incessant
bulletins of
the exploding
super storm
on a collision
course with
home, piqued
fear, kindled
fascination
drove fatigue

the day before
Sandy arrived
I followed the
flight of clever
birds lofting
away to the
safety of
inland hills

the foolhardy
mistook hubris
for intrepidness
lifting  beach front
margaritas to
the roiling sea
unaware their
jolly libation begets
tomorrows sober
realization that folly’s
miscalculations have
calamitous consequences


The Doors
Riders on the Storm

Oakland
10/29/13
jbm