By: Carolyn Pinet
Impossible
not to recall Noah's ark
as I watch replay - yes, over and over -
the image of a curiously ark-like house
swept in the swirling current
and breaking up into pieces.
I wonder how did everyone
live to survive,
and where are they today?
How do we measure loss when
the road from Gardiner to Mammoth
we trusted in for years
collapses before our eyes,
disappears in a fleeting dream,
the one where we saw a mother bear,
with her cubs meandering,
by the same waters
which have just risen up
and plundered everything?
O tell me, where is the camino
we all thought we knew
and how lost is our way?...
Could this be the moment when a bird,
with a leaf in its beak, flies down to us
beneath a glimmering rainbow, and
where Noah and his creatures,
swept in the buoyant current,
live to tell a new story?
For the survivors of the flood
And for the rescue crews