out from the dusk
have we forged
a thirsty flood
was it ignorance
or apathy
that led us
to this havoc?

oh, what foolishness is this:
we knew we needed saving
but with our bare hands
did we shut the door
of Noah’s ark

drunken with merriment
for the days past
our souls
now disquieted by the
raging waters
feel nothing
but remorse

we wait
and wait
and wait
to catch a glimpse
of the rainbow
but we
have not
yet turned our
eyes above

how many more days
’til all of humanity
forever
rest asleep

a child
flustered with grief
peeks through
the wet window
of the wooden vessel
she now calls home

those innocent eyes
have not yet
wandered –
preserved,
only to
shed tears
for the
stubborn

the young ones mourn for us

cradled by the storm
she asked her mother,
“how can we save them?”

then thunders roared
like angry lions
devouring the
deafening silence
of the wind

how tragic it is
to find comfort
in a weeping child

(photo by: Sebastian Luczywo)