What’s To Come

March was the swelling, the cracking, grey clouds on the horizon ready to swallow

April was the storm that washed us under, held our heads down and told us to count to ten

May is the aftermath, the leftovers, the flood and rain have passed, but what now

What do we do with all the scraps and broken bits

Do we make fires and wait

Like Noah in his boat

Watching the looming clouds

And counting to ten