(A tornado in Alabama last year.)
Kanzen Sakura over at d’versepoets pub is presenting the Haibun Monday challenge. And it is about Fear. We all have them, and they are legion for most of us. Come read what makes the heart flutter and the stomach queasy. Thank you, Toni….your prompts always entice!
Global Warming has brought significant changes to the South, and Atlanta is now nicknamed “Tornado Alley”. In the almost fifty years I have lived here, I have seen disturbing changes. My first acquaintance with a ‘tornado’ was when I heard what I thought was a tornado and I was in the bathtub. My now-ex-husband headed for the basement leaving me in the water. It turned out to be a train. There was a track back in the woods we didn’t know of.
One flattened our local park and was called ‘severe wind shear’. From the looks of it, it seemed like a tornado. Trees, hundred year old oaks flattened to the ground, an indeterminate path through the park, a warzone of defeated greenery.
I fear the heavy winds and rainstorms. I am powerless before them. The only way to save oneself is to head for the basement and cower with whatever lives down there. And of course this adds to the fear.
Winds begins to rise
Fear out runs common sense
The worms are safer