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Noah, Where Are You Now?  |
The vicious winter rains set creeks to
rage
And throw their drenched haymaker punches
Through the hamlet
Till they drowned the main street
Four feet deep.
A week went by, the waters gurgled out
When rains took wing
And nature pulled the stopper.
Now, the creek plays possum,
Calmly gliding well below its banks,
As if to enter some preposterous not-guilty plea.
Still, the shops of quaint old town stayed
closed,
Their keepers in a state of shock
Just short of ruin,
Inquiring where was Noah when most needed.
The keepers curse the creek today,
But by the droughts of summer
When the reservoirs run dry
They’ll pray for rain, for flow,
For just some meager bracing spray to stay the heat.
---San Anselmo, Marin County, Calif.,
January, 2006
©2006 by Paul Hertelendy. The illustration is from IMSI'S Master clips Collection, 1895 Francisco Blvd. E., San Rafael, CA, 94901-5506, USA. This column first posted Feb. 6, 2006.
Paul Hertelendy is a critic with the San Francisco Bay Area arts website www.artssf.com. To visit his website, click here: PAUL
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