Katrina

In light of current events, I have had some difficulty in coming to words and terms with what has happened not only in New Orleans, but Mississippi also. There are so many considerations when it comes to writing about a situation like this one; the human element, the political element, the heroic element, the tragic element, and what more? For days I have been working on several poems concerning this occasion in our history, and I cannot come to words. I’ve tried to capture my personal reaction. I have tried to capture the suffrage. I have tried to capture the immensity of Natures wrath (or God’s?). I have considered the trespasses of a city like New Orleans and wondered perhaps our Creator had taken a hand. But I have also considered that it was just nature set in order taking its place (but I’m not really a Deist of any measure). But, what of all the helpless, the children, the sick, the elderly, the mentally handicapped, the meek, the humble? What of it? There are so many dead, and also so many more to come. What of the stubborn, who lost their lives due to their own thick headedness? Also, what of all the pet’s that lost their lives? Our pet is so very valuable to us, that she is most certainly one of the family. What of the tragically slow response of our federal government? What of accusations of racial concern. What of the violence, the looting, the murders that have taken place? How does a wordsmith put this into verse? I honestly don’t know. I think I have something I can live with, and I’ll post that tomorrow. But for the most part, I’m lost. As lost as the situation. I have cried for all of those people, and my heart is as heavy as pure gold. My brow is burdened by the sorrow of the souls who scream in contempt of this horrific event. Perhaps, just perhaps, I may yet express what this atrocious affair deserves. But there is one thing that I know, I am not worthy.