Friday, November 2, 2012

storm surge

words flood in like hudson waves lapping at hudson street where they don't belong. cascade and spill and flow. I never knew how like water words behave.

torrents of words trying to make sense of so much darkness so much wet.

after two nights of vivid dark & silence punctuated by the crackle of battery powered radio voices, two nights of diminishing water I chose to leave the dead zone, cross the border into light at 26th.

buses ran but didn't stop, full of those from deeper in the dark than I.

refugees bound north gather at bus stops like Hitchcock crows, two, then four, seven, twelve then four and twenty.

finally a ride in a livery cab not playing fast and loose with fares.

fifteen bucks from soho to 66th in ridiculous traffic, even crammed in with four others going north was less than the meter would have read.

so here i lie, comfortable and bathed, fed and plugged in, charged and observing online and televised, the singular womb of downtown.

shall i say I almost miss it? the adventure of it. but only enough to have returned yesterday, briefly, for warmer clothing, to toss what had defrosted and to hike once more up and down ten flights of stairs.

tomorrow, they tell us, we'll get the power back. but new yorkers never really lose power. we just convert it to other forms of energy.

7 comments:

  1. Good luck with your return. I love the way you write.

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  2. Glad you're OK. "...we just convert it to other forms of energy..."

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  3. hang in there judy. i can't imagine what you are going through. the television coverage is astounding....you are in my thoughts.
    does your mother have power? take care....this is some ADVENTURE for you!

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  4. Glad you are safe. We got our power back late yesterday and are warm and fed once again even though there is no gas here to go anywhere.

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  5. So glad to read you are well, plugged in, fed, warm and in the light. Stay safe.

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  6. So like you to make something beautiful out of a seeming disaster. Keep us posted out here on the prairie...

    Charla

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  7. Glad you were safe.. my son was also safe.. no flooding where he lives.. only loss of power. His studio in Brooklyn still does not have any power though. Stay safe and warm.. your words were very descriptive.

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