Aftermath, by Lynne Schmidt
Posted on October 10, 2019
So then there’s this–
. The moment after the storm
. where you uncover your eyes,
. and you survived but
. everything else is rubble.
Your fingertips dig into the dirt
. piled on your skin.
. The puddles around you act
. as a bath.
. and you stand alone
. in all this aftermath.
They’ll tell you to rebuild,
. say it’s only a setback.
. And when you hammer in your
. first nail
. trying to make a home,
. you’ll find it’s a casket.
*The 64, best poets of 2018*
The Black Mountain Press