as i drive to work
i hear of floods and storms-
this many dead
this many hurt
this many missing
and hundreds of thousands displaced, living in shelters
while the water washes out their homes,
and i wonder
is it just a matter of time,
it has to be,
before this becomes our reality.
we here, on this island buffeted from storms by bigger lands,
we float like a bubble.
In this bubble we squabble
over banned books,
and unfinished papers
we marry, have kids and worry about their health,
untouched
by all the water pressing down on us.
One day
this dome will burst.
What will we be thinking of
as we drown?
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