Soon, rains will arrive.
Then, we'll run from house to car
from one walled place to another
each new stop promising a brighter day,
like hot pokers-sun rays on a dark afternoon.
God, we'll say, we had it good, and didn't know it.
God, we had a great life.
We forgot how men died in Afghanistan, on the streets of L.A.
How walls are not impenetrable, or punch proof.
Storms will flood rivers and driveways
and keep us trapped indoors for months
breathing anger, grief,blame.
Only when the roof caves in
we'll open up doors and windows and
concentrate on staying alive.