The World Turned Upside Down

_______________________ Strange scourge, love blows a hurricane
hurls through haunted corridors, the rain
moves upward from the earth, the trees
are rooted in the clouds, vision blurs,
the ark is buffeted, no flood has been so bad.
Noah consults the weatherman;
He says the storm will last for forty years.
Where do we find Mount Ararat?
Our bowls are filled with water as we eat,
Our clothes are wrinkled, wrinkling our skin,
They stick to us and every day we shrink;
In the foggy light our hair is silvered.
Why do we take this journey? At the end,
We hold our lover’s hand and trace,
The beauty of our travels in his face.

© Nike Gardiner

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