11/20/11 (Unfinished)

For Beyond Baroque

I do not know the significance of the words,
only that I need them as much as oxygen

The day began with death
under harsh florescent lights
Death in a pine box
Death too soon
Death delayed
Death in the lobby
waiting
for more death to arrive

At midday, flood waters
made Centinela into a river
Water in my shoes
Water in my eyes
Water in my way
Water seeking an ocean
waiting
for more water to arrive

Tonight we huddle together
for warmth, friendship, and words
Words for comfort
Words to confound
Words to unite
Words leaving pages
waiting
to be heard, read, and cherished

I do not know the significance of the words,
only that their work remains unfinished