The thing about home is that
we trust studs and rafters, despite
warm oceans and hungry winds.
We wreck cities, drown towns,
send help, and pretend we did not
birth the heat, the floods.

More storms will come, more
builders promise safe roofs,
dry floors, and water views
but not what lurks there--
mosquitoes, snakes, live wires,
—someone’s dog, someone’s mother.
And you slept through the long dark
when the power failed. 
Don’t you dare look away.

Well, lend me your boat.
I'll leave it for you
at the corner of Despair Blvd
and Stupid Street.