THINKING ABOUT THINGS I HADN’T BEFORE

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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