A View From Space

the storm took away my memories I would return but there is nothing there the house is crushed like an eggshell the trees I knew salvaged for the fire and time itself is like a tornado it scrambles the horizon with vine and bramble it is as if I walk in darkness once again the fields are filled with strange evolving crops I look down from space on familiar landmarks I still can find the wreckage of the farm I see the horseshoe lake protected there a scope of hardwood and tupelo stand guard from my vantage point the river is the same the creek still twists its way into the hills the secret lake reveals itself in a green valley the old iron bridge is now a slab of concrete the city streets and places are the same but those I cherished are dead or dying now other souls crawl over those landscapes like ants seeking shelter from the blazing sun