I was angry.
I wanted to sunbathe on Jones beach
Then I thought of people
Who prayed for rain —
Meant our lawn would thrive.
Today I tried to drive to
The super market to buy two items
But our car wouldn’t budge.
The motor sputtered.
I nearly called my soup kitchen friend
Then I heard about a woman
Desperate to go to the hospital
But she had no car, no cab money
The buses were on strike,
So she walked two miles, then gasping,
Crawled into the emergency room
And collapsed in front of doctors.
I put on my Mediterranean blue coat,
Walked six blocks
Bought my eggs and cheese.
I was so invigorated by my jaunt,
I nearly skipped home.
Later I rested on my plush bed
Turned on the TV but it would not work.
I thought, I’m missing my cooking program
I called my friend, “Get real,” she said.
The people who come to my soup kitchen
Have no TV, no shower, no stove.”
I hung up, had a snack, read a book.
I thought, I’m lucky; I have health, a home,
Loyal friends, plenty of food. I have my
Freedom. I’ve never experienced a Tsunami,
Nor cyclone. I can say what I think–within reason.
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