Alert

The storm is at my door now

I can no longer ignore the wind

I can’t just bar the doors and avoid the windows

My walls no longer keep warmth in

The flood waters are seeping in through the cracks

Even the inside is getting cold

My feeble faith no longer warms me

My imagination grows less bold

My stretch of safety shrinks by the minute

Closing my eyes can’t stop the sight

The flecks of sun can hardly lift me

The fuel won’t get us through too  many more nights

The end of day is not the end

The end of night does not all cease

For every end there’s a beginning

Or so they say in Newton-ease

Or better in Buddhist philosophy that sates that life begets life

Ever wrong present the chance to do it right

Until then…

An umbrella

A raincoat

Boots

An emergency kit

It might be late to prepare, but better late than never

…They’re not coming.

It’s you.

(Your hero or your worse enemy)