The preparation for Hurricane Ian and memory of Hurricane Irma inspired me to write this poem.

Will you help those drowning?
Shh. Listen.
Outside, rotations.
One, two, three.
Voices cry for salvation.
Glass door streams with ants and roaches and spiders and centipedes—
Enemies flee the flood as friends.
Break the barrier and they rain over tile.
A million lives pour up your legs and stomach and face like
Water drops defying gravity
Until they reach your scalp.
Don’t writhe. Don’t scream.
You are their ark in the storm.

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