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In the eye of the storm

Lighthouse in New England

 

Waves buck, lashing the sides of the boat. Wind thrashes the sea with every gust.

Did they get my SOS? There’s too much static. No contact. No connection.

The black of night pervades the skies. Rocks emerge, scraping across the hull.

I can’t see them, but feel them, tearing, ripping the keel.

A soft cone-shaped light rises from the mist. The lighthouse?

The fog lifts to reveal a bright moon. I hear the sound of a clanging bell.

I sense a presence, calming, peaceful.

The sea is stilled inside the storm that rages all around.

I am safely home.

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Footnotes; the above story is fiction, unrelated to any incident or event. The photo is one I took while on vacation in the New England states (U.S.) years ago. Because we covered so many miles and territory on this trip by car I cannot remember the exact location of this particular lighthouse. We took pictures of several of them where we went. It was an awesome trip, beautiful to see and visit.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

Galveston Sunrise

Dawn’s soothing glow heals,

caressing Galveston bay;

the sun’s rays warming

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waves that wash ashore

now a gentle tide, rising

roll back out to sea

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The storm came and took

the lives who sought not to leave

Ike is gone now too.

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Hurricane Ike made landfall on September 14, 2008 at Galveston, Island Texas. It was the third costliest hurricane to the U.S. mainline next to hurricanes Katrina and Ivan. The death toll was 195 with 23 still missing when reported. In October 2009 my husband and I flew down to Galveston to vacation. We rented a car and stayed in the Commodore Hotel on Seawall Blvd. where I took the above photo here and the one used in the story recently posted, The Search (Parts 1 & 2) from our hotel balcony four stories up. We were able to get a good view of the gulf coast through our binoculars and camera lens. While in Galveston for 9 days we walked around town, visited a number of scenic places, toured museums, and drove east and west along the coastline. Wherever we went we could see some of the reconstruction and repair still going on in the aftermath of Ike. The trip and the many photos we took there inspired me to do the story (The Search), and the poem above in honor of those victims who lost their lives, and those never found. The research I did and videos I watched gave me more insight into the massive, unbelievable  strength of these hurricanes. There are some good videos on Youtube of hurricane Ike with incredible footage of the storm as it happened.

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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)


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