Hoping the storm would forsake us
yet cautious, we prepared
for two weeks’ worth of essentials.
Taking the chance,
we took a last glimpse ‘round
the feast of these fields,
that for decades had blessed us.
Coming up from the muck
and the mire
in a cycle of struggle –
two washed ashore poets, yet
somehow, we managed
to reap of a harvest.
Regardless, the river is rising.
Time we moved on
to the higher ground.
– Emalisa Rose
