here they come again
obliterating perspective
as quickly as tsunamis
change landscapes
 
these late night visitors
meandering down my cheeks
as gently as a silent underground stream
barely noticeable
yet cutting swaths through mountains
eroding foundations
creating sinkholes –
 
water so refreshing to the taste
yet notorious in its ability
to create disaster
 
here they come again
not as long lost friends
rather as unnamed ghosts
reawakened by who knows what
 
cutting lines through my soul
eroding my foundation
sinking my confidence
 
damned weather service
what happened to the warning system
 
jbh
2:15 a.m.
12 – 6 - 2011