The Madness of Irene

Somehow,
even the flood at it’s zenith
has a beauty,
fascinating

in it’s destructive power,
a turning of the tables,
of scenery turned malevolent,
dangerous, a test

of faith
that periodic destruction
is part of the plan,
upheaval, collapse, and erosion

creating new beauty
despite your insistance
of staying
still.

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For those of you who know I live in Vermont, Irene was the hurricane that came through Vermont and parked for a couple of days last year, wreaking unprecidented damage to the state. (Seriously, do you ever think of Vermont when you think of Hurricanes? Of course not.)

But Irene is also a name, and represents how people too can tear our life apart, yet leave a new beauty despite it all.

The picture is from Pawlet, VT, taken a day after Irene had left for the coast.

Tom