Between Hurricanes by Belinda Subraman
As we slide into the 3rd world we have created, running from hurricanes, with our SS# indelibly inked on our arms storms swell and swallow our control. I am flooded with life review, the beliefs of my youth. I reach for my first Bible which has survived every move. I am mystified by Revelation’s hallucinations again. I would like to clutch an answer close, bury myself in a father’s love but that’s not how it goes. There is only process, synthesizing experience toward wisdom, almost getting there, like hanging on to a tree in a hurricane, before being swept out to sea.
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