If they let me,
I will lead,
I will carry this torch,
Through the storm and flood.

For if not for poetry,
I would be one with none,
This art is a language,
We must carry on.

Come said the woman,
To the statue who stood by the falls.
"Come great statue, come with me."
"For the falls are flooding and soon they will take you too."
The statue looked down upon the woman,
Then silently shook his head.
And though she pleaded for him to leave,
The statue remained, arms spread to embrace the flood.

Among each other

no more fighting, just going --


with the flow, the flood.

Fish and waterfowl,

swaying algae in the shapes --


of statue remnants.

The fluctuating

flood-mark, a boundary of --


dry seaweed flowers.

God said to Noah "Hey, listen up bud!
Gonna rain real soon now, it's gonna flood
The people are sinning, tearing it apart
And to see it man, really breaks my heart.
It's gonna be huge, it's gonna get wet
I tell you now, you ain't seen nothin' yet.
But you and yours are gonna be just fine
You've been good; a real friend of mine.
Listen up good now and listen up well
Here's how you'll be safe from the swell:
You'll build a boat yea big and yea wide
'Cause two of every animal's gonna fit inside.
You'll be in there forty days and as many nights
And when it's safe again, the bird alights.
Never again will I cause a flood so great
Never again will the earth suffer this fate
So, this is my promise: a sign in the sky
A rainbow to remember our covenant by."

strong coursing river
torrential wild summer storm
together, a flood