The hurricane of ’38 in CT
hit us pretty hard.


For a time I thought
the world might be ending.


The house across the street
was split in two
by a huge elm tree.


Had the wind been coming
from the other direction
our house would likely
have been split in two.


I was eleven years old
and I began thinking about things
I hadn’t before.


How come some people get hit
and others avoid it?


Were we lucky, or fortunate,
or blessed?


And if we were blessed
how come – US?


Ever since that windy event
of 1938 in Connecticut
I have wondered about such
and I haven’t figured out much.

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