Everywhere you look: Do Not Cross.
Ornamental trees are down or disappeared,
replaced by mounds of dirt spilling onto the sidewalks.
Broken glass glints on the ground,
something else to sidestep as we wait for nonexistent Walk signs.
Men in hard hats leaning out of skyscraper windows,
more plywood every time you go outside.
Lunch spots are busy like they always are,
but the table conversations are different.
Cell phone cameras are working overtime,
people craning their necks to see the tower.
Back to work.
Under-eye bags from sleepless nights, air-dried hair.
Everyone is hugging and swapping war stories:
tales of collapsed roofs, fallen trees, and lightning strikes,
narrow misses and near escapes.
"At least no one was hurt."
The conference room overflows with meetings,
discussing schedules and costs and how to help each other.
We take extra care to stop in every office, to talk to every colleague.
Driving home through ghost-town blocks with phantom street lights.
Past bustling restaurants and muted laughter.
Past flickering candles in windows and people talking on their porches.
Home to my cocoon of light and TV and normalcy and love.
Business as unusual.
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Nicely put. Business as usual and yet not.
ReplyDeleteHope everyone else at the opera fared as well as the rest of you did!
Beautiful poetry and photo!
ReplyDeleteI met a girl from Texas this week and she told me two towns [she lives in a suburb near Houston] only 30 minutes away from her were literally underwater. and that there is a quarantine and everyone is staying on their roofs. and apparently the mile for ice was 5 miles long due to some sort of FEMA-esque attempts to help.
ReplyDeleteI guess despite this all - fortunately - most people are okay + the show is going on.
Wishing you all in TX the best.