Dawn broke, wind dropped for a while at least
Peering out, all we could do was recoil
The trail of destruction she left in her wake.
Roofs stripped from out buildings, fences, trees uprooted
Stock left high and dry, live cables trailing roadsides
No power, landlines, water
Radios without batteries, mobile phones without signals
Milk curdling quickly without a fridge to live in
Breakfast, a hit and miss affair
The romanticism of the candle lit dinner
Soon blown out out of the water (if you were lucky enough to have water)
Trying to eat pasta slow cooked on a one ring camping stove
By the dim light of a scented candle.
The debate which never was a debate –
The contents of the fridge/freezer had to be disposed of.
We were not long learning how to live hand to mouth, day by day.
All this put into perspective by the tragic loss of life.
Property can be replaced, repaired in time.
(c) Chris Black. October 2017.