Hurricane Season

Mass Hysteria!
Garbed in flashlights,
thousand-watt generators----
weathering the apocalyptic weather.

EYE is growing bigger
wider, churning furiously;
irate Sauron over the seas
blustering madly towards rocky infinity.

Shutter up the house,
a willing entombment.
Flee! Flee!
The hearth’s turned toxic—
foundation fit to collapse.

Categories are jumping---
3 to 4 to 5.
What roll of the die
shall decide fate?
Closer, Closer
drawn by fear's magnetism.

Commonplace name
belies the harbinger of destruction.
Breeding rapidly off stricken tongues---
Whispered, Whispered
the cowled boogeyman
hides behind cerulean horizon.

Screens obsessed with swirls;
white fluffy masses on candy-striped paths---
what lucky dots get the flashing crimson?

Constrained fear in weatherman eyes,
gambling gods on high---
what an unpredictable nature, Mother,
your hapless children scurry
like shattered ant dunes.

Succeeded to ghost-towns:
boarded up, evacuated, bunker stock-piled.
Waiting, Waiting
for blackening sky,
final judgment is nigh.

Baited, Baited
Breath catches and reels,
eyes glued, lists checked,
weatherman voice erupts tremulous:
“ It Veered Away ”